011221b

 

Ship had no choice

but to wake me

tube on the blink

 

102820c

 

observation deck
a nebula has bloomed
since last I woke

041820c

Finding a Derelict Ship


who would have thought
this shriveled corpsicle
would ever speak
never mind drink your blood
or follow you back to the home world

040718c

colonists

dream of new lands

cryoship flies on

030818e

defrosting granddad

he has changed

the dog chews his leg

010918d

Corpsicles riddled with ice crystals. Only good for axe blades, now.

010618

Evolution of a Poem

defrosting granddad

he has changed

the dog chews his leg


alternate version

defrosting granddad

he’s still a bit stuff

and he don’t say much

gotta make sure the dog

doesn’t chew on his leg

122517c

Christmas in the New World

Santa

a reanimated corpsicle

reindeer fertilized GMOva

VTOL sleigh

presents like you wouldn’t believe

031417

on their one-month anniversary
everything was perfect
so they agreed
there was nothing they would change
stasis for eternity
endless dreams, perhaps,who knew?
they would have gotten away with it
if their great-grand[clone]children
hadn't stopped paying the power bill

070117c

543 million years later

and they're still kicking,

under a few kilometers of water

and up to their endopodites in mud,

blind as a bat and stupid as dirt,

but what the hey.

it's a living.

I meant to write sooner, but anyway,

I think of you a lot,

out there in yesterday's tomorrow,

sailing an A.U. in an augenblick,

closer and closer to the ultimate velocity,

and the terminal gulfs between galaxies.

I saw your mother last weekend,

told her the yen for science skips generations,

she told me you're an engineer

but I knew that.

By the time you get this message it'll be

years from now and the end of an eon.

They found some trilobites down in the trenches.

Maybe that'll make it into the digest they

send you this year,

but just in case.

Think about it!

All those millennia of millennia,

burrowing blindly in ooze, down there

where the crust does a perfect 10.0 into the mantle.

The sea floor itself is a spring chicken compared to them.

Heck, they don't look so different from the bugs I used to study,

back in the Middle Cambrian.

Now we finally know what their bellies look like.

I'm kinda hoping that cryosleep thing will work out,

and soon, cos my time is running short.

It would be nice to see some great grandchildren,

In a billenium or two,

when you get home.

I hope you're still writing music;

your mom was pretty good, you know, had a flair for it

before she got too busy,

and I was happy that you'd taken it up.

As you know, I can't tuna fish.

And speaking of fish,

I remember when I read about the coelacanth,

that ancient model of our own Carboniferous ancestors,

caught right before they ventured onto land.

Of course the modern coelacanths can't take that step themselves-

They live down deep, safe

from rapacious upstart cousins.

But face it, we are cousins,

and what's a couple hundred million years

if it's all in the family?

Things aren't going so well since that trouble out in Kansas;

they probably didn't tell you about that.

Maybe the idea of freezing myself is a dead end.

I mean, who's going to tend the freezers

for all that time?

And good old American know how sure

won't keep them going without maintenance.

Maybe I should just leave a note with the coelacanths,

they'll still be around when you return.

The trilobites, now, they're hardly relatives at all.

We parted company a good 543,000,000 years ago,

never looked back,

don't owe them a thing.

But you've got to hand it to them:

If we blow ourselves up they'll still be down there;

with all that water to protect them,

they should outlast the roaches too.

062116

dreamed I was the one
who slept on when we arrived
I woke alone
dark and empty corridors
blue world in the viewport

041116

Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Monday comes every dang day
to the cryofolk
luckily
no one leaves emergencies to us