Invariably They Show Up
ants
can’t throw
a picnic
without what
the people and all
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2016
ants
can’t throw
a picnic
without what
the people and all
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2016
eh
more than sometimes
I’m a cat
but
not all cool
no fast reflex hunter
I don’t land on my feet
more just
feral
but
not all ferocious
not with mean sketchy twitch
and low night time howl
just
you know
I like people we
talk and smile we
laugh and cry
but
I can’t relax
all in my space
where I live
they talk and look
do things
I can’t relax
there I am
there I’m not
a cat all
feral
more than sometimes
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2016
what also
chatters like people, like birds –
maybe monkeys?
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2014
Have you ever hesitated
in a noisy crowd
shuffling aimless
looking forward and back
at the shifting
pulsing
mass
of strangers
in the thick busy air
on the clattering side walk
on the thumping dance floor
and wondered
to yourself
alarmed and distracted
wondered
just how many
people
in that laughing crowd
in your shuffling crowd
are carelessly
casually
silently
farting?
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2013
an icy breeze
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*pop*
Hello? Hello?
Can you hear me?
Ah, yes! I did it! I’ve traveled through time! It’s me, future Steve! Steve from the future!
Yes.
That’s right. I’m from the future. I live there. In the future, time travel is as common as . . . well, it’s as common as not time traveling is in the past.
So. Anyhow.
Sorry to interrupt that cute little haiku or whatever it was.
Umm. I don’t know where past Steve is, or, as you know him, Now Steve. He’s probably in the future. That seems to be how it works. He’ll be back when I go home – to the future. I’m from the future.
Did I mention I’m from the future?
I know. I know. You have all sorts of questions about the future. Well why wouldn’t you? Of course, I don’t have questions about the future. I live in the future!
Anyhow, let’s see. Umm, well, I don’t pay much attention to politics so . . . you know, it’s about the same. Probably. Whatever. There’s some President; I guess. I don’t know. They do things – they sign things. It’s quaint. There’s lots of mobs and unrest.
It’s a utopia of unrest.
Oh! Oh! TV is now 4D. YES. How about that? 4D? It’s awesome. I particularly like the Love Boat reboot – Robot Love Boat.
Clanky the bartender is my favorite.
I also like the reality series, Time Chase Your Own Tail. It’s – well, it takes too long to explain. Suffice it to say, you won’t see any better knife fighting, anywhere, ever, any time. It’s educational, too.
And, also, brace yourself . . . Soylent Green is PEOPLE!
HahaHA! Not really! I’m kidding! I’m a joker. I’m a joker from the future! We don’t call it Soylent Green. Had you going, huh?
Okay, well. I’ve got to go. The past is . . . boring. I’m bored. I need to be entertained. There’s no entertainment here. So. Let’s see. I read this entry before I left the future. Now, I’ve got to try and reproduce it exactly or my time narrative will be destroyed. Can’t have that.
If I remember, this post was exactly four hundred and thirteen words long.
And it ended, something like . . . . wait for it . . . something like . . . .THIS.
*pop*
.. .. .. …. . . .. .
\\||an icy||-*_*–*
. .
an icy breeze
whistling through bare limbs
the future
—-
© Steve Mitchell 2011