CHI 98 NO 94
Three Short Poems About
Aaron Brooks and Redemption
#1
We exist within cycles.
Many of them.
Birth. Death.
Hunger. Satisfaction.
Love. Loss.
Failure.
Redemption.
The binary code
Of our programming.
The polar opposition
That holds us together.
The heads
And the tails.
And time is money--
Every second a spinning coin.
Many of them.
Birth. Death.
Hunger. Satisfaction.
Love. Loss.
Failure.
Redemption.
The binary code
Of our programming.
The polar opposition
That holds us together.
The heads
And the tails.
And time is money--
Every second a spinning coin.
#2
A Man rides into town
On a black horse.
Alone.
A terribly flawed gunslinger
Swaying drunkenly
On a rickety rope-bridge.
On the thin wire of morality.
Charismatic and
Detestable.
Like Han Solo
Or Doc Holiday.
Wild West (comma),
America (period).
Good and bad
In the same breath.
On a black horse.
Alone.
A terribly flawed gunslinger
Swaying drunkenly
On a rickety rope-bridge.
On the thin wire of morality.
Charismatic and
Detestable.
Like Han Solo
Or Doc Holiday.
Wild West (comma),
America (period).
Good and bad
In the same breath.
#3
Nowhere but here
Am I this fast
To blame
And forgive.
Nowhere but here do I
Love so deeply
People I don’t even know.
Am I this fast
To blame
And forgive.
Nowhere but here do I
Love so deeply
People I don’t even know.
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