Two Types of Puddle

I.

I jumped you.
Laughing all the way.
You float always and everywhere
Buzzword free
Inside a magic puddle
Mumbling: How amusing the time tells windows
In autumn.

II.

My heart broke
Like a clock face
At the site of the giant
Who does the graveyard shift forever,
Down the sycamore lane
Bestriding homes as I walked
My terrier to cold fusion class,
And then suddenly down
I found him floating
Upon a tarp-like black ice,
A frame-grabbed puddle, down
Fear hard and broken
In front of mirth house,
Of uncleared sidewalk --
Of only oneness --
Of his back, legs, arms,
An appalling bug
A flapping Pantagruel
At the dawn of a new age
Begetting a snowangel,
Cannot get up.
He cannot get up
He may be dying.
He may be floating
Out on a curtainy sea
Of velour buzzword ice.

I find you can't really
Tease or hug death out of a
Difference any more.

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Casual Sex

1.

Dehumanize.
Linkage is drone-out.

Doors
Open on nothing.
The few ghost heads
Reclining in the back,
Ordering rounds,
Can't tell the opening
Of a red door
From a flesh-stained wrench,
Friend.

2.

I am
A small, small matter.
I am
A mote.
I scotch the eyelid
Of the Nature Mother.
The Nature Mother's
Windy watusi ennui
Tips one hot beverage
After another
On first my clothes
And then my flesh.

I ask,
But what of our friends'
Flesh? Teeth,
That hurt either not at all
Or unbearable?
Parsecs of hurt?

Last,
O feckless move,
Sketching my empty cosmic
Crawl through the dank mulch,
Whispering
Raving remote
Cosmic final words,
Now discovered
To be unconvertible
Death-defying Forms.
Not just more unprintable air --

3.

Be all,
Kind Everything,
Toothless stale breathing
No pants
Inside the tent
Outside the tent
Doesn't matter.
There aren't any rules.
Though the trees are bent
Into a line
Like 95 theses
Nailed to a thundercloud.

     I am a software exec. and I do secret internet foo. I live near Boston, Massachusetts and spend a lot of time in San Francisco.
     I began writing poetry a few years ago in a brave but ultimately feckless attempt to stave off a canonical entrapment breakdown.
     I sometimes write with a pseudonym: Yorick_Nixon. I also write music and play musical instruments. I was a member of Boston noise band Inner Beauty and San Francisco improv combo Senator Buchanon. With the members of Inner Beauty I co-authored a pre-web internet published dystopic novel entitled "Skunk Angst".
     Any spare time I have I read Shakespeare or listen to Bach. Bach seems to be the one thing all nerds agree on. I've lost touch with my culture. Though my friend Janet has turned me onto Cat Power. My only firmly held cultural belief is that Chan Marshall of Cat Power is kind of a babe.