The Fire of Galadriel

By Emmit Other

A work in progress
Words in sand
Time rewrites
The gate smashed
The glory gone
Collected like so many pop cans
Recycled as bottles of tin
29 cents in certain states
The wind is past
The words locked
Blue flame seals them
Too quick for the way back machine
Too obscure for the rss feed
If you saw it
You saw it
And if you didnt
You missed it
You can ask
I did
You just have to know
Who
What
Where
How
Why
And when
Which is now
Now then
Now done
Now gone.
Just more nonsense in print
Adieu

Ben Franklin Tapped Me On The Shoulder

By Emmit Other

Ben Franklin Tapped Me On The Shoulder
Whilst I was running around putting out 5 alarm fires
With Iceburgs that Might Hit the Titanic
That Couldn't Turn Around on a Dime
But Was Desperately Trying.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?"

"Your friend over there, the one from Earth?"

"That's really more of a Rhombus Thing, I just write poems."

"Yes. But...."

"Yes?" I asked patiently waiting to move about my regular day.

"He keeps Calling the Constitution a Piece of Trash."

"Yes?"

He explained to me that
There are better metaphores
If I respected him
And I did
Then I should use terminology of repair.

I told him I'd think about it.

I have a friend who lives like this
That has the broken echoes of the universe speak to him
As an animist I thought it would open my mind to ancient mystery
Let me hear the ocean sing.
It does.
I hear the shock waves from Polaris as it goes nova
Billions of Years in the future.
But like Mediums in poorly written TV dramas
It's not the dead that just want to speak to me
But every broken telephone pole
Concept
Unspoken byline
Or anything really.
I think I need to get a secretary.
That rock over there might do.