Drifting Future 2007/12/17

Channel 9
Two moths
chase light in the alleyway;
burning paper-wings
for love.
Channel 22
Scanning through an abyss
of empty channels
with jaw-dropped & stains on
the white linen
tomorrow complies with
the drifting future
as it chews on fingernails
conscious & aware & alive
& drinking the moon’s reflection
from the face of the lake
The flood of static frames itself
over the wall & the white body
submitting & admitting
to [...]

Channel 7 2007/12/11

by Nathan Fagan
There was a kid today,
Sitting on the concrete slabs that
Jut out from the highway’s busy lip –
He held in his hand a leather-bound Qur’an
& one of his eyes stared East
I moved to speak, with him -
Ask a name, was he alright ?
Did he know where he was ?
But my tongue slipped &
I let [...]