Ye Olde Book Of Nanopoetry

sometime between 1999 and 2004:

consequences
i came to the fork in the road and paused
“you’ll never take me alive,” i said
the road replied “you’re already mine”

editorial
how did i get so
damn self-conscious
counting out the syllables and
cursing all the words

the exile
i am an exile on the moon
but the sun is brighter here

fireworks
we never let the sun go down
for fear of what we have hidden in darkness

flaw
a lousy magician
I explain how my tricks work
before i perform them

footnote to the apocalypse
i'm waiting for the waters to come
but armageddon's never this quarter

the information age
inundated with stories
we expect our lives to become one

insult to injury
we're civilized now
we only slaughter dreams
instead of people

ivory tower
and i have watched
as those who have dared to love
have been crucified

the king is dead, long live the king
nothing ever changes
except the innocence

progress in the age of human mortality
inspire.
expire.
repeat.

revisionism
the past is prologue
written in stone
come down off your mountain and smash the tablets

untitled
if wishes were commas
my life would be a run-on sentence