BABYTALK

WayneSL 1987–Michael

I listen to my
baby talk
baby talk
into the dark of a sleep-still room.

Beneath the moon
a jet lands
a car sings by
and the leaves of a sapling applaud
a clever night breeze.

He’s speaking words of his own invention
a song of good and happy thoughts
no lies.
He is what I was
unlimited.

His mother and I lie arm for arm
leg on leg, sharing
a long unguarded border
like shadows of each other
in suspended animation.

I ignore the cramp that bids me move
as long as I can.

All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace in CyberSpace

Automation is inevitable. It will be used. What remains is to choose is HOW it will be used.
Mankind is the selector. The drone (or other emerging technology) is the effector.

http://youtu.be/c0BOq2Y0Ngk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zlsCLukG9A

Speculum

Waynesl 2013

I’m vertical
and trying to herd these cats
that are my thoughts and feelings

in a stampede of surly turtles

out the door and off to a job

I am learning to loathe.

I slept only a few hours
and don’t remember any dreams;

just a vision
through a cracked porcelain mask and a plate of glass
and another cracked porcelain mask

of my own crystal tears.