Go East, nomad!

We’ve walked toward the sunrise,
Not quite at sunrise,
And away from sunset,
Making camp before sunset,
As long as the eldest remember.

And as quick as everyone can go,
All together, with what we can carry,
We’ve always kept going,
Over little waters
And around larger ones,
But all the arounds now
Just jut into more water,
And the meals are moving
Against the sunrise
And the sunset
And someone needs to tell the elders
That the gods must have drowned
But the next ones will be better.

Convertible

Is computing just a punk rock show:
Noise and distraction are the attraction,
And you want to disrupt that?

Spring has more petals than an auto show,
It’s designs accelerating, while innovations grow,
Each year a revolution, a new release in turn,
An industry in bloom, while those clapped indoors all yearn
For a sky without limit
Boundless
Careless
Un-ceiling.

Bargaining

The Tennessee State Lottery
Is a bargain for anyone
Who needs a daily reminder
God doesn’t favor them.

A two-dollar lesson,
A ward against exceptionalism
Repeated routinely.
God will never let you play to win.
Work for it.

rinkl

I saw an ad for this.
I saw an app for that.

French fries are available any time.
I can drive up, walk up, take out, eat in,
Or order a pizza instead.

I don’t want a pizza.
Or French fries.
I don’t want house of game of orange is the new dead.
I’m dying of exposure to lights and sounds and tastes and pounds of cheese and bread unbreaking.

Ice is all I want, and its freedom is metered.
The city rations out the rink like it’s freshwater on a lifeboat,
Sips of two-hour sessions two days a week,
If you can make them.
And what they miss,
what everyone misses,
Is that it’s really just water on a floor.

This is the moment of any time,
And we can seize it
Together,
If we flood enough warehouses,
Abandoned, unheated,
The city will never find them all.

I don’t want to say,
it’s like Uber for ice skating rinks,
But the precedents they set will help us in court.