Modern Swords
By L. Vancil
Damocles and the Angel of The Lord
would be appalled by modern swords
that strike from God's sky.
With God-like wrath.
With God-like Thunder,
and light that burns,
in an instant.
Marching Words (Crunch!)
By L. Vancil
Words march up, CRUNCH!
on the screen of my word machine, CRUNCH!
processed thoughts that march to my orders, CRUNCH!
Or shift right when I In-Crrrrunch-sert.
Return twice!
CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
In-Crrrrunch-sert!
Do they get tired of marching?
or disappearing when I press Delete
and all of their comrades,
like little letter soldiers,
march, one step left,
CRRRRUNCH!
Where do they go when I press that key?
Is that their whispering I hear?
March! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Letters in battalion battle array!
Perhaps,
my word machine is mightier than the pen.
Fantasies
By L. Vancil
Purple sky on white mountains,
black trees in dark forest,
feeling the ghosts of past lies.
I wondered from castle to castle
on a blue horse with pale wings.
On the lawn, the little girl princess played
with a devil unicorn.
Red sails over pink oceans,
grey sands on yellow shores,
watching the whale-hills die.
I drifted from harbor to harbor
in a carriage of death and old kings.
The princess ran splashing and laughing
while demons watched from the shore.
Green wheels on a rust colored road,
Yellow clouds in a night colored sky,
in the depths of unicorn eyes.
I fled from dream shattered slumber
on the wings of a french kiss.
The princess lay singing and sighing
of her innocence lost to the wind.
Blue crosses on a blood red hill,
night black clouds in a white sky,
shining in a dead priest's eyes.
I stood stunned by the carnage,
on the deck of a land-locked ship.
The princess crouched, snapping and snarling
at the evil of fate and the wind.
Marianne-Starchild-Junemoon Smith
and
Albert-Em-Ce Squared
By L. Vancil
The planets travel in their tracks
'round and 'round like 'abitats
on Christmas morning.
The Earth rests in her groove
and dreams her dreams of stars and men.
Marianne-Starchild-Junemoon Smith
became a Looney at birth.
A Noon Looney, Moon-child Smith
a, bouncing, baby, girl!
They really bounce at one-sixth Gee!
Marianne Starchild Junemoon Smith
First of the Looney kids.
And the planets travel in their tracks
'round and 'round like 'abitats
on Free-moon morning.
The Earth rests in her groove
and dreams her dreams of stars and men,
and bouncing baby girls!
Albert E and Em-Ce Squared
were joined in the lab.
A cyborg org.
A comp-child squared
A bright, baby, bit-boy!
They're really bright squared!
Albert Em-Ce Squared,
First of the cyborg kids.
And the planets travel in their tracks
'round and 'round like 'abitats
on Pre-launch morning.
And Mother Earth rests in her groove
and dreams her dreams of stars and men,
and bright baby bit-boys!
Albert-Em and Moon-child Smith
met by a methane lake
while the night stars wheeled in their dance
and the planets turned and dreamed.
Albert-Em and Marianne-Starchild-Junemoon Smith
fell in love,
like meteors,
A bright, blazing, love!
Moon-child Smith and a Cyborg-org,
Deep space lovers.
And the planets travel in their tracks
'round and 'round like 'abitats
on First-in morning.
And Mother Earth rests in her groove
and dreams her dreams of stars and men,
and Deep space lovers!
Sweet-Sweet
By L. Vancil
Hair of drawn gold,
green-glass eyes,
voice of purest tones,
lilting words,
of
witty conversation.
Gentle touch,
beautiful face,
graceful walk.
You are all the things any man could want,
if
you
weren't
chrome-alloy and duraluminum
a Cyborg.
?¿
By L. Vancil
The jobs are done,
the last dog hung,
and all the world's a cage.
What happens now?
