Monday, November 30, 2015

T.V. (Portfolio Poem #7)



It is a ubiquitous Creature; one which most people are familiar with. The Creature is typically disguised as a thin, steely box—often in plain sight. It tends to cling to walls and other flat surfaces, surrounded by squashy, cushiony surfaces in order to more effectively lure in its prey. It looks quiet, unable to do much harm—at first—which is part of its cunning capabilities. Once its prey is sitting, unaware, clouded in naivety, the Creature flickers slightly, the glowing of the Creature growing stronger with every second. Bright colors and enticing sounds draw its prey in more. The droning of this pervasive Creature is inescapable—an incessant buzz fills the ears of whomever is around. The droning is hypnotizing, sometimes exquisitely so. Once ensnared, the Creature’s prey is trapped, frozen in time and space. What is outside the Creature’s realm no longer matters; what is outside the Creature’s realm no longer exists. The Creature can only be controlled by a slim wand that is often buried underneath the surrounding cushions. However, even when the Creature's prey manages to still the monster with the wand, the pervasive influence of the Creature lingers, slowly spreading poison through its prey's mind and body. Even while silenced, it has a magnetic pull. It feeds on humans, mostly, of all shapes and sizes—human brains are its fodder of preference.


The Creature only has one enemy; much smaller, but even deadlier, known as the Cellular. The Cellular also feeds on human brains, and once the Cellular ensnares and begins feeding on its prey, the Creature no longer holds the same magnetic pull. The Cellular and the Creature constantly battle over the limited food supply of human brains, each attempting to ensnare the Creature with brighter colors or more enticing noises. The Cellular is even more dangerous than the Creature, as it is a parasite, often found clinging to its prey's hand or hip. It is also far more ubiquitous than the Creature is. It resembles a slim, metallic rectangle with a glowing front screen, and once its screen flickers on, the magnetic pull it emits is nearly impossible for its prey to extricate itself from. The cleverness of the Cellular lies in its ability to have its prey believe it is in control, that it wants the Cellular to be constantly attached, feeding on it. Humans who are ensnared by the Cellular become blank-eyed, helpless, and forget how to speak-- instead, emitting the occasional grunt or absentminded chuckle.




Many scientists have attempted to find a way to prevent the influence of both the Creature and the Cellular, and studies have shown that the only way to stop it is to completely detach from them. Only when humans realize the danger of these two monsters will they be able to remain safe.







Tuesday, November 17, 2015

New Year's Eve Party (Portfolio Poem #6)

Snow covered shoulders 
Impulsive giddy embrace
 liquid gold in glass
                                                           
                                                         Steal a smoky kiss
                                                           luxury; hysteria
Brilliant flash, satin

Mad and whirling lights
Lipstick on his white collar
Maybe a cliche

Dour orchestra plays
dapper men inseminate
brusquely, placid sheep

Night starlit mists roll
beguilingly, quicksands ringing
formlessly, fiercely.



Thursday, November 12, 2015

Windows (Portfolio Poem #5)





I once heard a song (I think it was by Jerry Cole)
There’s a dream for every window in the city, he sang.

Every lit-up window a different story. seven-million
people experiencing
the same day
in a different way.


If every window in the city has a dream (and I have a window)
What’s my dream?


My eyes linger, peering through my own
Outside is pale gray, a chilly mist settling
(condensation clinging to the window-pane)
and fingers of pale light climbing up the sky.


only until this coffee is finished (it is black
coffee growing slowly cold) will I get up,
rejecting the sofa’s embrace, and leave.

I lift the smooth ceramic to my trembling
mouth. (trembling from weariness or caffeine?)
I’m not sure, anymore.


If every window in the city has a dream (and I have a window)
What’s my dream?