Unwound

In the cabin of our absence
our screens glow no more,   
gifting us fragile threads     
woven in our dreams. 

Time-ashen clocks are resting, stilled,   
Unwound.    
Bodies and minds feel stretched,   
drawn by mute yearning.

Our hands reach like spectres 
through folds and textures,    
touching shapes of nothing

First published in Consilience, Issue 23. 

Electric Flamingo

You are loud in your silence,
for a thin thief of watts whose
act of one-leg balance
siphons the marrow of my earth.  

Unnecessary marvel with a beak
the colour of confident defiance:  
Did you just blink at me?
Hee-Hee
I close my eyes but still you glow
long after!

Our neighbourhood’s kitsch paragon,
demanding bonbon of this lawn:
What do you dream of?
More kWh!
Just for your ghastly glow?

First published in Ionosphere Vol III Issue 1 https://ampliconpress.com/ionosphere