Two poems I made.

[Spectre X]

The Pentagon.

The Pentagon
Cold walls, filled with wires
Like my veins
Wires wired
To a great big computer
Computing
Where to strike.

Desert Strom
Desert Shield
Desert Fox
Codenames
Making me cry out loud
If I had a mouth
The insanity
The violence
All steered from within.

Generals
Plotting countries’ demises
With the push of mere buttons
Countries are brought to their knees
Bombs everywhere
Bombs, triggered
Bombs trigerred by mere buttons
Triggered in me.

Admirals
Playing an expensive game of battleship
Very expensive.

Corridors
Huge corridors
They lead anywhere and everywhere
Everywhere in me
Wires wired to a great big computer
Computing
How to wage war
How to wage war is what is computed
In the computer
In me.

Calculating casualties
In me.

by Sef Joosten.






Spring.

Spring, kicking Winter in the back
Springing stringy stalks from the ground
Painting trees with leaves.

Spring, melting the lakes
Bathing in them with sunshine
Making birds chirp in an orchestra of nature.

Winter lying like a broken bottle
Broken by Spring
Broken in a thousand melting pieces.

Birds, chirping
Giving lazy squirrels a wake-up call
Wake up lazy squirrels
Nap time’s over.

by Sef Joosten.