|Here is Chapter 2, Act 2 of The Human. "Short Change"|
Flat Tires Of The Egocentric ManFlat Tires Of The Egocentric Man by jackgunski
The chemistry changes.
My head rotates on its axis.
The world spins around me.
The universe is accelerating,
and I am a cog in the machine.
It’s a small machine.
You push a button
and it makes a lot of noise.
The cubicles are getting smaller.
You’ll have to use a smaller desk.
Things are going to change soon.
Can you not feel it in your skin?
Things are going too fast,
I can’t keep up with all the changes.
Dance faster, dance harder.
You can’t use a desk anymore.
You’ll have to stand and think about work,
we have this device we’ll plant in your brain
and it will do the typing for you.
Can you hear the music?
It’s getting louder,
and it’s invading your neighborhood,
the only way to keep up is to dance.
Dance faster, dance harder,
and you might keep up for a while.
I am a cog in the machine,
a machine which gets bigger
and I don’t know what it’s
supposed to do anymore.
Your body is taking up too much space,
so we’re going
The Great BlindnessThe Great Blindness by jackgunski
We are thrown into this world
having never seen the dawn,
into chaos we are hurled.
I don’t know what’s going on.
These are faces with no names
now they’re here and next they’re gone.
There’s no time for funny games,
I don’t know what’s going on.
Give me info, give me scope,
give me prayer, give me hope.
Give me beers, give me cars,
Give me blood, give me scars.
Hiding In The BushesHiding In The Bushes by jackgunski
The man in the bushes sees many things.
He sees a dog chew on a dirty shoe,
a small child trying to ride a red wagon by himself,
Two people talking about Communism for some reason,
a man scratching his genitals,
thirty birds flying in a random formation,
a red volkswagon beetle,
a child riding an electric scooter that runs out of batteries,
and a dog scratching his genitals.
The man in the bushes makes sounds
to the people on the street.
He makes bird sounds and they frighten the children,
He shouts swear words and the adults power walk away,
The dogs responded positively to woof sounds.
At one point, nobody was around,
so the man just yelled random noises.
He made cat calls to some passing woman,
but they didn’t respond much to a screeching cat.
The man in the bushes interacts
with the people in the street.
He walked up to people,
and said “Hi. That is my shrub over there.
It is where I live. I eat meals there.”
Ne would likely never see those people again.
The Search For A MilkshakeThe Search For A Milkshake by jackgunski
The man had not eaten for 5 days and nights,
and on the sixth day, he woke up
desiring only one thing in the world:
So, he stepped out into the world,
looking for an ice cream shop.
The world seemed to be covered in concrete.
Dying yellow grass grew between the cracks
and hung on against the beating winds.
By the time the man reached the first shop,
the sign outside said it opened tomorrow.
There was surely a place open somewhere,
so he continued on.
The more he walked, the stronger the wind grew.
Sand that had been dormant for many days
suddenly flew into his face,
forcing him to shield his eyes.
The winds grew stronger still,
as those around him lost their footing
and tumbled away, helpless against nature.
It must have been hours before
in the distance, he saw amongst the concrete world
a banner, with OPEN written across it,
and an ice cream store.
Nothing good ever came easy.
February AirTheir eyes kept softly on the horizon, as gentle pinks and yellows smudged the sky and the surrounding indigo melted to powder blue. The old man sighed in contentment, and the stranger smiled as he did.February Air by flashingnumbers
“Can you believe the view up here?” The young stranger asked, pulling his coat more tightly around his shoulders to block out the chill in the morning air.
“Oh, yes” replied the old man “I thought I remembered it so clearly, but I suppose no old memory can stand up to the real thing.”
“You mean you’ve been up here before?” He asked, barely glancing in the older man’s direction.
“Not for a long time… I didn’t think I’d ever be in Paris again. Didn’t think I’d ever be able to see this another time before I die…” He looked gently toward the rising sun for a moment, a wistful smile playing on his lips. “I met my wife up here.” He added after a moment, so quietly, t
Not In GAMING ModeNot in GAMING ModeNot In GAMING Mode by Michel-le-fou
For Puabi and lovers everywhere
Games and gamers are all around
Setting the world as their boards
They are running this into the ground
And I am getting bloody bored
Where will it end, and will it end with Love?
Or is love a game by now?
Who wins love has to throw the heart
Oh heaven forbid
Keep Love away from them now and forever
Love is not a game or a sport
Not in gaming mode
Puabi and I love devotedly
We play no games with Love
The Old Man's StoriesHey old man, pull up a seat,The Old Man's Stories by CoreyDevon
get comfy and tell me a story.
Tell me about how it used to be,
tell me about those days of glory.
Tell me all about those classic ladies,
how they always maintained a state of grace.
The way they always smelled like daisies,
and always had on the most pleasant face.
Tell me how those ladies revered their bodies,
and the way to get in was earned with respect.
You called them lady, they didn't answer to hottie,
anything less they would flat out reject.
Tell me all about those bold men of character,
how they lived lives of virtue and common sense.
How they stood by their morals and didn't stagger.
Taking only what they earned, no sense of entitlement.
Tell me how they managed their priorities,
"A man don't work, then a man don't eat."
How they took care of their responsibilities,
the family came first, then maybe a personal treat.
Tell me all about the innocent youth,
and how they didn't mature before their time.
How they only knew to live by the truth,
TessellateIt was a few hours after our parents were taken. I had carried Viv inside, sitting down in my father’s armchair as I held her close, staring blankly across the room, focused in on an old brick. I concentrated on Viv’s breath rather than old memories until the rhythm was broken by her prying herself from my arms, standing, and making her way to the bathroom. I sat there, arms empty, and my mind traveled, no matter how hard I tried for it not to. There was so many memories in this room I couldn’t count, but they all seemed to come back to me. My vision was replaced with my father’s, and my late mother’s, faces. I suddenly missed my mother more than I could imagine. My father was gone, never to be seen by anyone’s eyes again. I wanted to go and join them. I knew I always wanted to die somehow, just to see what it was like, but the want turned into a sudden need. I came back to reality when I heard a loud crash from the bathroom, startling me to stand.Tessellate by crashmypartyhard
Your AngelWhen the morning sun shines
After the dawn has vanished,
Nature and mood will combine.
The world shows itself in a new garment.
When it is foggy and rainy,
Good humor should not pass away.
The day is blessed anyhow.
This we have to understand at first.
When the night is very dark,
Uneasiness often fills your heart
When you miss the angel then,
Who takes away your grief, sorrow and pain.
When you long for him quietly,
And you know no other way out.
When you are nearly in dire straits,
A light promises relief.
When you cannot see the angel,
And you cannot feel his nearness,
Your hope should not falter.
He will stay loyal all your life.
Smiling HandsBefore myself lays this quiescent ocean.
Its vastness, further than my eyes do see.
Behold the serenity of these storm-less waves,
Tranquil in their infinite movements.
As I write this, I see a star-filled sky.
Alone on a bench; basking in the calming sea sounds.
This puzzle; it is missing just one piece.
Another sound; my heart still does quite cry.
This tranquil serenity; it does not matter!
Eyes in my chest; it sees a different cloud.
Snowing forever from these grays; will it ever stop?
It will; when we are greeted by gracious greens.
These gracious greens, grasping the puzzle piece.
Forget these serene scenes and this blasted bench!
This missing puzzle piece; this puzzle, will complete.
Yet I see it now, trodden in her smiling hands.