“Automated Drug Dealer”

Pocket of credit for some coward’s fun,

down through the streets we wearily run.

By shadows hid the deed is done,

all who chase are all outrun.

Worry not for the loaded gun,

for that who we seek is only one.

Robot riddles it speaks to stun,

the score is made, the game is won.

Pleasure aplenty in the new day’s sun,

an automated drug dealer for everyone.

 

-bb

 

 

“Lost Dreams of Tomorrow”

There we stood as diligent caretakers of a forgotten castle,

where the parapets protected the dimmed lights of our chambers.

Mortared stone crumbled through the night as the bombarded

garrison surrendered life and limb to the ruthless hosts of doom.

Failing through time and space the weapons of our making

turned against us as the coming dawn ran from the night.

One we sent to chase it back, the son of mourning himself.

And all sorrow wept as the lost dreams of tomorrow rode away.

 

-bb

“Shame on the Watchman”

Devil take hand’s plans and cut the arm

of the remote director’s worst wishes.

He is that which has sinned and begs

for your pertinent arrival at his door.

Silhouettes of the sunken ships of past

horrors float on the sea of his making.

See the storm that rises over the horizon

and shreds the timbers to the shape of

the handle which he bars from turning.

Let none in but those who sail alone,

irrespective of reflections within the ocean

of false truths that crescendo with Luna.

Blind destruction retreats and returns

as the helpless many watch without warning.

Shame on the watchman who knows not

when the immovable tide is breaking.

-bb