The numbers generate ecstasy
even as the cliff hangers succumb
to decipher the drop from high citadels
to lower domains

magic numbers that evolve
and translate into feedback feedforward
the impulse designates time
follows through to understanding

social media
ROI? whats that
innocence offered
for momentary meetings
in cyberspace

a face
instant  tactile recognition
few profiles last longer than milliseconds
the ones that do stay forever.

i met my soulmate
on one such platform.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 8 days ago

There were these poems
hashed together in haste
insipid limp and lifeless
devoid of dare, unable to stir the mind
into frenzied ecstasy
no sparkle no lustre
no meaning to extract.
daily fluff

They were enjoyable too
***** linen on a laundry line
unpegged and nonrhythmic
unmetaphoric, unnamed
first liners
homeless words with unhappy visuals
floating in a sea of ****
just sitting on a page
dead

so many of mine are exactly like that
unwanted, homeless little beasts
cooked up in a frenzy of  haste
pompous and pretentious
lying like a cold corpse
on a concrete slab in some strange mortuary
name tag on a toe
waiting for a quick burial.

Ive decided to write better poems now
leave the fluff to be vacuumed away
and spend long hours thinking through
the magic that rises from mists
of intense thinking.

once a month
with twenty nine drafts.
no more mediocre for me.
goodbye readers
see you again next month
take care while i work up a froth.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 11 days ago

Once in  a while
your countenance collapses
into laughter
even as the insults bully you
into submission
but no you will not take pain
treat it as a private crucifixion
your cross seems unheavy
your burden blessed
Miss Understanding

Author Notes

A play on the word Understanding. Bullying is a no-no yet there are Miss Understandings that understand the meaning of taking it on the chin without being pulled into the misery  of others.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 16 days ago

the genius mind trapped in a useless body
grew suspicious of growth around him
and he descended into a rat hole-keyboard
at the ready, about to stamp his signature tunes
into all the world's PCs. He did.

They scrambled to find this broken code
found a rat trapped in a dark underground cage
of inhibitions. quietly hacking into everyone's fancy.

why did you do this? the grey haired judge asked
brimming over his glasses with curiosity.
I hate the world. He mumbled.

Ten years. Go live midst the wounded
discover and share pain, return when you
know love, and see with your eyes
hear the words spoken and be prepared
to use your skills to repair broken code

be among the people.be healed again.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 21 days ago

Buried in the birchwood camps where wood rot
and leaves trace many summers of being
Lies the old skeletal remains of a frisky deer
Silently sleeping eyes, glazed and stricken tongue
hanging out of of lucid mouth
pellet covered with heart muscle and frozen sinews

Hunter ravaging the forest for fresh meat
struck at the dawn of reason and aiming
pulled a perfect shot at grazing deer but struck
the one that wasn't looking directly. The others
sped into the thicket down the hill away.

Life and death intermingled in the gloom
of wanting and not wanting. The hunter walked away
rather than cross the valley for quarry
and burden his strained back for his prize.

Further down in the sparse sandy gorse and shrub
other smaller prizes waiting undisturbed by the
crack of death higher up. Life benign

Again he lowered rifle to his squinting eye
and squeezed the trigger. The sound echoed
across the valley, through the birchwood  trees
and quiet calmed the pulsing  racing hearts.

The hunter picked his carcass from the gorse and soil
and headed home. Guilty of of greed, two deaths for one small
meal of roasted meat to share his whisky thirst.
The night descended with its blanket of black
and other  predators shredded their prize uphill
thankful for lazy  hunters.

Life and death balanced itself in the wilderness
nature spoke with  an even tone.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 23 days ago

bend blend  isps
dollar dogs selling
dots and dashes
swollen checks
moving tech
managing bytes
bits of signals
captivating conscience
insufferable desire
fleece skin off bone
burst in the turbo jangle
of just reason

wheres the world
facebook fallacy
the twitter tornado
linkedin longing

communication dig
dangers of disaster
lurking in fields of
phantom moments

real people with unreal
expectations.

we are trapped
in this whirlpool
of wonder tech.
digitheism approaches
rapidly.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 24 days ago

on this sea of social turbulence
skin dictates
the price of the ticket
rotating rainbows-no more whites
red is distinct
black is forbidden fruit
cast into the ghettos of the decaying mind
banished from the beauty of eden. why?

we all came from a pinpoint in evolution
in clusters we migrated
to the corners of the globe
seeking multi-verses of origin
yet we create hierarchies of skintone. why?

the gaps in our thinking
are like holes in a doughnut
spiraling galaxies of hate
into whirlpools of ignorance.why?

cast into the seed core
is a colorless quantum of choice
the difference -your destiny. think.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago