Left by the Side of the Road


That uncertain hitch-hiker
a Hispanic family changing a flat
shredded truck tires like dark angry reptiles
burnt stubs of warning flares
your past

throttle up
you can put more distance
behind you.





Digital Patriarch


The television is on
alone
in the family room

I hear it
earnestly, faithfully
sharing vital international news
talking to itself

It seems rude
not to be
keeping it company

Transmitting ideas
and thoughts
without anyone
to receive them

My TV advises me
about critical developments
in the financial markets

Last evening
it wanted me
to learn some new cooking techniques

Later tonight
it will generously offer
to take my mind
off the cares of the day
with the latest movie
or football game.

The patriarch of household entertainment
my TV seems
to be trying harder

To be polite
I should go
take a seat and join it, or
take mercy upon its soul
and turn it off





Ask the Help Desk


My processor needs a core capacity
set to imaginations of Beethoven and Botticelli.

Reformat the Operating System
to run on the collective soul of humanity.  

I’ll need a search engine
that provides results from all parallel universes.

Expanded memory capacity for
all space and time.  

Connect the router
to the mind of God.  

A webcam that records
all dreams 

With external back-up for everything.