Reflected Bursts

Ahab browses the
Internet in search
of the great blank page.

oh, i do not know so much
i do not know if the world
outside is yesterday's or
today's and i do not
know what now is about

Sometimes in
the random
rush I find
redeeming
moments when
my artless
attempts to
relate rest
in your eyes.

Beyond all words that
parse the nuance of thoughts
and voices that mourn, bless
praise, or condemn
is the look of surprised
recognition in your eyes.

Pacifists danced with cabalists
under the rocket’s arc.

The warm world
turned
indifferent seasons.