040321b

 

lobes

extruded from my flesh

all the faces

030521c

 

3D "reality"

viruses jump to implants

then to cerebra

users climb to the highest points

they can find

beam malicious code to anything 5G

til their brains

burn away

100920

The invisible killer
misinformation spreads faster
than the coughs and headaches
disinformation spreads faster
than the deadly spheres
chaos spreads faster
than the white-sheeted forms
so why you come around
waving your test results
knocking on my bunker door?

092420c

 

love bites

the  lycanthrope

brings me around

060120

the old black cat

steps on his sore foot

at last

031220

At the height of the crystalline plague, pickpockets had to work fast, or watches and wallets could not be removed from the lithified victims. Soon after, those items became worthless.

071519d

Eye To The Telescope, Infection issue, with a poem by me: "Moving Up"

https://eyetothetelescope.com/

062919b

Sold a poem to the next issue of Eye to the Telescope: infection. I don't really write about infection, per se, but I found something to say that apparently was close enough. Also, I have a poem in the current issue on sports and games. That is something I hardly ever write about either. Maybe I am more versatile than I used to be.

Our hall from the garden this morning: two tomatoes, four cucumbers, about a dozen yard long beans (really more like 18 inches long), and five banana peppers.

032819

infected ant
dies after climbing a tree
spores to the wind

101217d

your infection spreads
to every part of me
Y becomes X

092117

Still contagious?

Roxane drew Steve's attention to them. She leaned on her hands. "Put down the paper."

His eyes were conveyed by her low-cut top to the tanned shapes within. "Very nice," he thought, as always, and then noticed a large freckle that seemed to be sliding towards her cleavage.

"What the hell is that, Dr. Stevens?" she demanded.

He took of his glasses and leaned forward for a closer look. It appeared to be some kind of crude drawing of a monster, complete with green scales.

"A new tattoo?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Later, she admitted that she should not have slugged him, but maintained that it was his fault they'd lost track of the migrating blot.

Close examination of Roxane's epidermis (and Steve's) turned up nothing unexpected, but two days later a herd (pack?) of the creatures were observed gliding all over the kitchen cabinets.

Roxane ushered Joey and his friends outside ("Cool cabinets, Ms. Stevens!") and set about dealing with the infestation. A fly swatter had no perceptible effect, nor did pesticide spray. Paint remover repelled the vermin, but the cabinets just didn't look the same afterwards. After about an hour they were just … gone.

"As if they turned and went into the cabinets," she told Steve that night, "but they weren't inside at all."

Steve decided that the next step was to photograph the "Space Invaders." The next morning he came rushing in from the bathroom. "The sink! They're on the sink!" Steve grabbed the camera and dashed back out of the room. He took one photo of the sink and the invaders were gone. Disappointed, he downloaded the lone image to his computer and sent it to a few colleagues.

In retrospect, he admitted that he should not have used the digital camera.

Publ. Drowning Atlantis, 2007

043017c

your infection spreads
to every part of me
Y becomes X


Prev. in Scifaikuest

060616c

Infection


pale
spot
creeping
cheek blossom
invariant with
scale branch on tangled branch on branch
penetrating sucking pink-spore-tipped swollen burst