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I Jog on Mars

frozen

 

blasted

 

drifted

 

unimagined

 

and

 

unplanned

 

I place my footprints

each apart

the distance of a

man

 

and undulate along

the washboard

sand

 

above the

flow of rock


past

chasma

valles
mons

 

A thin wind beats

as CO2
ticks faintly

at my suit

 

from skull

to face

and back again

I race

 

traverse

the dark brow

of the

pyramid

 

a perfect sphere
within  my
human
arc

 

for nothing here

has seen my like

 

I

 

jog

 

on

 

Mars

 

where

real

is not

revealed

 

but

 

fissured

 

covered

 

sunk in

freeze-dried
ocean's

ghost


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anselmo_b
May. 8th, 2009 06:55 pm (UTC)
Great poem. With built in low gravity too!
(Anonymous)
Jun. 2nd, 2009 05:17 am (UTC)
Nice Dyvyd! Very nice. I'm no great critic of poetry (wrong Ton for that) but it's good enough to impress me and the who's at home in Kewanna :) J
dyvyd
Jun. 2nd, 2009 03:25 pm (UTC)
I can't imagine what such a thing as a "wrong Ton" might be like, and so must assume they do not exist.

I wish I had more of the graphic artist in me. Poem with sketches or a strip would be more satisfying to me, but I think there is limitation of available hours. I'm just too slow (or spoil through impatience). Headline: "Mummy found with ink pen in hand next to an ambiguous dark line on very good paper."

Despite telling Ian I was not cool enough to understand Alas, I do quite appreciate it and have spent several hours reading the back scripts. I find it intriguing how character, story, and graphics present such an iconic experience that no other combination does.

It is amazing to me that someone can think that way, and express it clearly to others (the uniqueness, oddness (in a good way)). Wow, got a (()) thing going there for a second! Lithping...

Feel free to put up art stuff here if you like, with a warning: likely readers of this blog are fewer than the downtown population of Grass Creek, IN.



dyvyd
Jun. 2nd, 2009 05:44 pm (UTC)
In fact I may have got a response from Grass Creek once, or how else could you explain this?:

--long stare, hoofy-mud-suck-sound, cud-wobble, evacuation for emphasis, then, "maaa--oooo"

from: eatmorechikin@cowpower.com



Edited at 2009-06-02 05:45 pm (UTC)
dyvyd
Jun. 3rd, 2009 01:44 am (UTC)
Footnote: although I made up the email address above as a joke, I checked to see if there was a cowpower.com. Well there is. The message above has nothing to do with those fine folks there. So I thought I would change it to cowsrule.com. Ditto. That web page exists too. So I tried mysterycow.com. Yes, it exists already too. iamnotacow.com is also reported as taken. But the site reporting these last two is called GoDaddy.com and wants to sell domain names. Hmm, do I smell a scam? Whew, I finally found an unused domain name.

The fake email is now officially from:

mrbovine@notmycowpie.com

Edited at 2009-06-03 01:59 am (UTC)
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