Poems

"Oh, certainly. The real question is—

Gasping for breath. Oh, thank fuck. I thought I was a goner.

A weak smile. So did I.

Titans walked, once. Primordial

They crawled upright and lay waste. Now

The red dawns scream again. The core

Is in meltdown. Now

"I hope so! [Person] owes me money!"

"Is money all you think about."

"Money makes the world go round!"

"I'm pretty sure that's gravity."

"Gravity is for lesser mortals. I am above such petty indignities."

"Did you hit your head."

"With what rocket? Just calm down, would you? I'm sure he had a good reason..."

"Guys? Are you seeing this?"

"I'll build a fucking rocket and I'll send him to fucking Uranus, just you fucking watch."

"Holy fuck, look at it..."

"Uranus."

"Fuck you."

"Guys?"

"Listen, I promise-"

"No, you listen to me-"

"GUYS!"

That I kept on going going when I should have walked away,

Because I know that if I'd listened then I'd still be here today

And he wouldn't have to wait there standing on the quay

Wondering what he could have done, why he he couldn't make me stay...

But I couldn't stay, I'm sorry; I needed something more

Than to look out at the sea from the same old rocky shore.

I needed to find a pair of wings and soar up in the sky,

But now I am an Icarus, one who flew too high...

.

Can you tell him that I'm sorry? That I'm full of regret

For trying to chain down a wanderer's get?

For never having time, or trying to listen

When he told me how the horizon glistened?

Oh, sea, you drowned him, when he fell from the sky,

And you swallow up the tears that I now must cry-

Pay me back; pay him! Now listen, you who makes the horizon glisten,

He always yearned for something more

Than to gaze from this old rocky shore

So now you'll take him everywhere

Your currents flow, year by year;

You'll take his soul wherever it pleases

Until my face is full of creases

And I go to meet him, face to face-

Oh, I'm loathe to leave this place-

And we'll say goodbye

And hello

And our tales we'll tell...

"Would you rather I gave random powers to infinite twelve year olds?"

"No?! What is wrong with you."

"Well, I am a mad scientist. I don't know what you expected."

"... Mad scientist? I ordered an ethical one!"

"No you didn't. It says right here- oh."

"... Oh?"

And then we rest and rest again, until once more again they send

Warning smoke up to sky; come down once more, oh warrior high!

And you know, it gets me every time:

The way rainbows dance from here to there

At the edge of a storm in gods-know-where,

And have you seen the waves that bark

With a clap and a shout and a thrill and an arc

Over the bones of this dead ship-

Poetry in the night. A sudden spark

Lit the room all aglow. Gentle,

It started, before building in intensity and then there was a wildfire where a heart used to be and it would take take one hell of a storm to put it out, but it does not want to be put out and so it seeks the fuel to spark and spawn

Another. And another. And another.

The fire dies down. The fire rages on. It lives

In each descending line, inspiration molten gold, lava. The centre, the core

Left to carry the load; where