My Breathing

My breathing,
Fast and shallow
Like the tide
Over coral.

Tropical,
My thoughts,
Dense dreams
Where memory was fever.

Flow

A solitary man; a switch.

…electricity behind walls…
…eyes blessed with vision…

A switch; a chain reaction.

…let there be light…
…all the burning energies…
…our metallic gods…

Here, a modern man
And his good wife, a modern woman,
Take the mystery of switches for granted.

Guid Grun Wastet

Bery yer ain deid,
For, oot o yer ghaist-fite mindin,
Ye trail up, yersel,
Lik some spookit gype.

Memorabilis

iris open and shut  | memory is written | click
an event | captured in time | in tablets of stone
remember | dead of night | when electricity ebbs
who can see | what eyes forget | mind out of time