My cat knew I couldnt write a word.
So, rather than see my time wasted,
he interrupted the thought process
completely by squashing himself over
my forearms. Not a word could I type.
In a previous ode, I declared Hunter
the cat a genius. I knew I was right.

I am alive at Six Twenty-Five
and I travel in time all the time.
There is no other way.

Unlike prose with perfect diction,
time is never any writer's fiction.

Time moves much faster than seconds
While your emergent dream beckons
you to be true to the hope
it gave to you. The soap
waits in the bathroom
to wash the sleep
from your face
and you
go.

Six A.M., an hour after five when
the cat began to whine and
I awoke upon the dark. Scan
the walls for the boundaries-
Hold me please. I wish you were here.

I suppose you might be here,
But, since I don't know who you are
what difference does it make?

Six AM plus fourteen to the minute
I imagine your hand but your touch isn't in it.
Is love always such a catastrophe?

It is twenty minutes after Six A.M.
An hour until the time when
all of these thoughts mean nothing
because they have no place in time-
just like you and I.

I love my bed.
Goodnight.

Habitual evenings of heavily streaming digitudes expressed in digitisms
highlighted by an artfully crafted digiverse brought to you by ten digits.
Darling, you are my greatest digital masterpiece. Digitally divine dear.
On a digi-diagonal I can raise you above me and look down on myself
from where you stand. Hearing the digitones of your bass like an embrace.
Delighted by the digillusions we develop over days, weeks, months, a digi-year.

The black asphalt slices through the ice hills
and barren frozen fields while the wind spills
diamonds, the temporary kind, the kind that
shine only during their journey from billowed skies to the flat
lands, I drive, alone, grateful for this time in my own space.

My car engine growling in a deep bass.
I press the gas pedal and ride the rpms.
Speeding on where society isn't looking
and for five whole minutes I'm free.

I think the sad cow in the dead field smiled at me.