Dust to Dust
Dust the tracks
that mouse or men discarded thoughtlessly
behind them, left that those of one
who cracks the code may hack some clue.
As Crickets Chip Away the Light
I quit the news, turning my back on the world
except for the weather robot on the radio:
chrome manikin sitting all day, all night
at a gray metal desk in a white broadcast booth
reading the page of our future over and over
into an old microphone big as a silver cucumber.
A Poem about Not about Getting a Dog
I should get a dog,
an unwitting but willing
emotional support animal,
but what if,
outside one day,
just working in the yard,
I have a horrible chainsaw accident
and die
Cluster Bombs Have a Quirk
The collection doesn’t explode
All at once: some bomblets
Lurk and layer
Cyanide on grief
Slow Gods #6
objkt.com | image/gif Illuminated poetry via slow GIFs—a long-form, collaborative project with AI. #6: “The less humans are bound by