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The Wasteland
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
bright recollections.
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
at speciation.
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
The constellations
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
the unfortunate."
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
Oblivion
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
bright recollections.
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
at speciation.
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
The constellations
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
the unfortunate."
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
Oblivion
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
Literature
atomic tangerine (anthology)
i.
the night contains his happiness
moon keeps him in 'hush hush'
beneath the space's stars
breathing life through old lens
while skipping the stones
across the rushing lake
with it's sandy tentacles
and seaweed veins
and bleeding seashell hearts
beheld within
ii.
it tastes like marmalade
(so so sweet; too sweet)
a touch of stars, too
(oh please do add more)
a spoonful much of galaxy
(too much for an old soul)
and it could use more sugar
(if you don't mind)
& there's too many red dwarves
(well, just being honest)
my how it burns my tongue so–
drink with caution
(& our universe: bittersweet)
iii.
atomi
Literature
arise
Today the raindrops taste spicy
my,
how I've missed them.
I've a bad case of wanderlust
And a silver sonnet skyfever,
and I want to be spinning like a planet in orbit.
The blue winterblush tiptoes onto my cheekbones
and I realize:
I'm ready.
Literature
just
i am everything i never wanted to be.
it's funny to realize,
five years ago i would've looked at me and thought,
"you
are the worst kind
of lost because you don't even know it,"
and now,
i see that's what i was before.
but i'm still just a fraction
of an idea
that tries so hard to show itself.
others say
i should
speak louder,
sing louder,
just
be
louder;
but i was born with vocal cords covered in
bubble wrap.
my fingers curled in,
with my arms pushing against my chest
in an x
because it marked the spot
i often fight to fill,
while
everyone else was armed with pitchforks and shovels and i clutched tightly
with my fingernails
and screamed
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i think this is either the third or fourth scifaiku i've read and really enjoyed
(i'm not much of a fan of em you see, though i really am a fan of you no doubt )
congratulations on the DLD, dearling