June 2023 Revival

New Work Pending

Six Short Subjects in June

O Most Holy AirTrain

The last Sunday morning

I was leaving town

and boarding the AirTrain

to JFK I found myself

alone with only one fellow

passenger. A latter day Saint

from the Coptic Church

dressed in full vestments,

royal robes, headpiece, cape

and a god dam five foot pole

w/ a crucifix atop.

Only thing missing was a burning

incense stauncher.

Not sure if this trip was for

a blessing or a curse.

He looked a little pissed.

They just won’t let anybody smoke anywhere

these days.

No exceptions.

New Secret Weapon.

It was reported

last night on the news

that the military has

developed a new weapon

called “an Active Denial System”

Basically it’s for benign crowd control/dispersal.

It works on the same principle of

an over sized microwave oven you can focus

like a heat ray fire hose.

Now

It we can catch the enemy in tinfoil hats ?

I think we’re in business.

The Moron Parade

Now about the big difference between humans and spiders¼

Well right off the bat

There aren’t any spiders marching

in the Moron Parade

Are they ?

Spiders just aren’t that stupid¼

They are always working on something

O sure a few of them might

build their webs in some pretty

out of the way places.

But they definitely won’t be participating in the Moron Parade.

Hey Human ?

Got your marching orders for the day yet ?

                                                                                                          6/07

Along for the Ride

  And I am so going to ride you

all the way down into the ground

and so we will detonate together

on impact in a fiery mushroom cloud

just like Slim Pickens jockeyed that

A-Bomb yelling, “Yeeeee-Haaaaaa”

waving his Cowboy Hat during

the final scene of Dr. Stranglove.

What Dreams may Come ?

   So I’m watching this commercial for Rozerem where

there is this lumpy, pasty middle aged white guy

in his bathrobe sitting in the kitchen in the middle

of the night eating cold Pizza with Abraham Lincoln,

a talking Ground Hog and a astronaut in a space suit

(who doesn’t have any speaking lines) standing in the

corner near the refrigerator. They are having a discussion

why this dude can’t sleep at nights. Now I’m confused

here¼will this medication make his new friends in the

kitchen go away or help him have more dreams like this one¼.

This Moment

  This moment is nodding at you, turning towards you, turning away from you, teasing you, while waving you the “high-signal”¼the “secret handshake”¼the wink of the “snake eyes.” You are being reminded of the fleeting nature of the perpetual past insuring

that the nature of the ever elusive unpinnable present barreling head long into the wishful thinking future won’t wait for you either.

                                                                                                      -CyberStein 6/06

June Fragments 2.0

What kind of Guy was He?   3.0

He was the kind of guy

That when he heard

Ice cream trucks

On summer evening

And all he wanted was

to buy somebody

One delicious cold moment.

Some people

Yes.

Some people can write it

And others can do it

But only those

Who can hear it

Do anything with it

For you.

Let me tell you something there pal…

She had eyes

That were meant to be broken

Like a race horse named

I’ll take another.

1^st Day of Summer

Solstice scimitar shaft

Slicing search torch

Gleaming longest burn

briefest pinnacle of light

declining seconds after

a descent commences….

The shadows start their

 Encroaching erosion

Immediately….

Beware

Learn that lesson

From those who would

Build their world

On your ashes.

Did you Ever?

Look in the mirror

And see

A missing person?

Type Wrote

So here I am once again

Typing rope over the

Horseshoe Falls at night

shinning a spot light.

But not a tether.

Sticking Points

You perfect prick bastard

Such an exquisite thorn

That impaled itself

Buried so deep into you

Where in the end all you

Could do was barely mange

To snap off the top

With the point still

Embedded deeply

And sure

Time I guess

Will allow the flesh to heal

Cover the surface

Of point of entry

But deep down inside

The missing fork end

Will remain burrowed intact

Like the one half

Of a pulled apart wishbone

With the only remaining question

Did you get your wish…..

Or just the short end of the stick ?

The Open Casket of your Face

Left only to wonder now

What was left for you

To see in the open

Casket of  your face

When first light dawn

Whispers pale blue shadows

In a shaky wobbly hue

Filing the sky so gently

A pitcher of light trickling

Into the day bowl

Gradually like the touch

Of his hand upon your shoulder

Forgotten promises

Revived back to life

As you rolled over

Open your eyes for the first time.

But now there’s no one there

Quite the nothing next to you

Just the outside of the window

As God turns on the Mourning Doves

She fights now the memory

The feel

The touch

between the sheets.

Just eyes sent away

Just eyes taken away

And the voice of such

Fleeting rare poetry.

Silenced.                                                                                       6/2012