Waiting for the Singularity, by Ben Azzara

Truth

2010-08-02T12:08:46Z

We are only physical.

We are Nature, all we do is natural.

We are Temporal, we exist only in our own physics.

The Universe is it's ingredients.

A Poem Inside

2010-07-13T17:41:32Z

I was a poem inside a head.

It was dark and I sought the light.

Through eyes I could see,

Through ears I could hear

my words

Stoking existence

I become the poem

inside your head and live again.

Todays Lesson: Ride the Subway

2010-06-24T14:15:07Z

See the past, the future.

Feed the city belly fire, smelting passion.

Broaden the body decor.

Flesh mannequins of mutated fashions.

Age a mortal spectrum; monsters, chaos, humans!

The thicken herd moves in silent stride.

Cross paths, shoulders kiss,
can't escape the clumping crowd.

Impatient stares through flashing windows,
Swinging Hangers arms jolt to unknown earthquakes,

brakes pumping,

metal shudders thunders in the distance.

Platforms empty, vessels swell with action.
A thickened waiting room of progress,

non chalant democrats dance, sway to purpose.

Gaze at all, but at no one.

Citizen osmosis, station cells,

accept train vessels exchanging,

pulsing nutrient rich brains.

Bounding through corridors, corners, stairs,

blessed through whirling cages, vents to the surface

the mass disperses.

Empire Top

2010-04-23T12:40:14Z

Thrust me to the Empire top.

I've not heard an English word

from the passengers you ferry.

Crowds flock the rails

I peruse my home.

And the love I carry.

At the Arcade

2009-07-17T13:27:43Z

Eyes slice the screen irradiated pixels glarring into a pupil abyss. Numbers rising, lazer blasts sync pulse tremor the chest beneath a sweat soaked, LedZep t-shirt clinging to the bones, flesh weakened by Mt Dew yet determined to compete. Joystick cluncks, buttons stabbed by precision click clack, the heavy cabinet shudders w/ interaction. Other faces appear reflected in the murky glass the din of amazement, the wider-eyed communal joy of accomplishment. The Game onward blinks desperate to defeat its human opponent who stands defiantly hypnotized matching movement with mechanized mania. And in a final furious cathode ray fire showering delighted faces. Palms go limp, exhausted, wrung like a Trainer working the mount. High Score draws across a blacken field. Initials entered as fellow warriors dissipate back into the comforting chaos.

The Widow-maker

2009-05-20T01:49:54Z

Dim light streaming through thick trees
exploding pulsing, he could
barely breath
Static bursts "Are you ok!"

His torso shifting, bleeding, pinned beneath the widow-maker,
a lichen covered weapon of gnarled spikes,
an ancient cudgel of nature.

Blood coming to the rim of his lips
(He remembers the salty taste)
Like a baby shuffling around a dusty cabin
His brothers and sister, packing him into blankets,
digging the wood out from the snow drift,
stoking the fire.

(He remembers the taste of dirt)
Bucked from a mustang
His chest felt collapsing, lungs gasping
His fathers big hands, twisted and thick
grasping his Pendleton.
"He's as much spirit as you boy!"

(He remembers the pain of fear)
Hunkered in the teetering shell of a landing craft.
Eyes watering, the stench of shit and urine
The repulsion instinct pushing his face to the sky,
His nose sucks in the salty air,
filled with the hot rain of machine gun fire.

(He remembers the smell of pine trees)
A stroll through the woods, seeking lumber for a new cabin.
His own son all grown also seeks to face death with life
curled overhead, face contorted and strange
"Dad, I love you..."

(And he remembers sleep)
Starring into the stars at night.

Ants

2009-05-11T15:17:30Z

My fellow Earthlings.
I am in awe of your collective minds.

Many of you come here hungry.
Seeking action for your idle Workers.

You come to me singing from your antenna,
"For the glory of the Colony!
For our Queen, the Mother of Us All!"

Pathfinders deposit the scents for others to follow.
A great caravan of crumbs carries your prize to the homeland.

All will touch the sweet bounty, only a few shall have their fill.
The Queen, the Colony must carry on.
Duty has betrothed your species to the future.

No No, I Don't Want To

2009-05-02T14:20:20Z

She's asleep in her chair now.
Was awake the night before with fever.

She wanted me to leave the door open
at bedtime.

This morning while I was dreaming
about shaving a very thick difficult beard
with a dull rusty razor,
I woke to her voice in the distance.

I found her, in the chair downstairs,
curled, shivering, sobbing "Daddy"
I folded her blankets, special and what not
around her tiny radiant body.

I carefully poured the red liquid (glowing, in the morning light)
As her lips sputtered "Medicine" between gulps.
We slept some more in my bed upstairs.
The fever subsiding, I pulled the quilt around her.

But Now,
After pancakes, after Legos,
she collapses in her chair again.
Occasionally waking to me typing, to a blanket tuck,
she grumbles "No, No, I don't want to."

Alien Autopsy

2009-05-01T16:03:33Z

As you can see,
its machine is strapped to the torso
The engine drove a fan
that propelled atmosphere through
this long tube
dispersed seeds and mulch from unproductive masonry (surfaces)

It was explosive driven, powered by
a surprisingly flammable fuel
and must have been very loud.
Notice the evidence of
mass manufactured components

The body is costumed in typical garb
we've seen in other specimens.
Fabric made of organic synthetic blend
A head decoration with this distinctive brim
most likely to shade the ocular
inputs, typical of this time period.
Extremities equipped with sized treads made from
skin and tree sap.

The flesh is not aged but clearly
worn. There's damage to the spine, skin
dyed by planetary radiation.

Pyramids

2009-04-30T00:35:32Z

No one mourned the Pyramids when the Pharoahs died.

The people came to collect their stones.
For their
markets, hearths, for themselves.

Only today's Kings venerate the spoils of past Kings.

For the Pyramids dissolution is as natural as it's creation
or preservation.

Wind, temperature, Fingers!
For they seek the gentle path,
make square stones round,
make existence beyond sustenance.

First Entry

2009-04-29T22:04:56Z

Does the sun seem dimmer today?
A train hurries in the background,
its chugging, its clanking knows all.

Does the lake seem less full today?
I can hear crickets toss their language about,
my feet stomp through leaves pausing their debate.

Does the path seem narrower today?
My clumsy body falls between rocks,
blood runs between my fingers,
I gently squeeze the flesh around the scratch.