GUEST POST, WHAT KIND OF MIRROR by Ron Heckert

What kind of mirror is this anyway?

And another day became another day.

I am writing this for posterity, to look back on in future times, better times hopefully, but worse isn’t wholly unlikely.

This space ship to Mars just keeps on travelling. 

There is an end to this journey, eventually, but whatever. 

On this day here I was/am/be, bored and uneasy, in my little spacetime travelling pod.

I drink a hard seltzer or two. 

I smoke a bit of pot.

I find myself at this daily; a drink, or two, or three; a hit, or two, or four. 

I play video games in VR. 

I play guitar. 

I talk to my co-inhabitants. 

I rotate, from station to station every half hour or so.

I look at awful facebook videos of awful people being awful.

What kind of a mirror is this, anyway?

I walk in circles.

I talk in half thoughts.

I smoke cigarettes and I KNOW it’s gross and may give me cancer.

I think boring thoughts in a stream.

I pause to pee in a stream.

The stream is not a brook, but it babbles as much as my prostate will allow.

My mind babbles too, constantly.

What kind of mirror is this, anyway?

It’s all I got.

This fool was alive, once.

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GUEST POST, FOUR RONPOPS BY RON HECKERT

'I was like...are you sure you're calling the right guy?'

1. Oblivion United

I guess 50 means you're a man somehow

As Grown up as you'll get
Or whatever

Opinions
Onions

Oblivion Unlimited

Witness it
Break down

But it was never fixed
Was it?

2. Good Luck

What you get 

Is a return on what you have invested in

Results will vary

Skill and luck play a part

Hope for good luck

Good luck

'I did not attend several prestigious universities.'

3. Shit Mirrors

I am a conscious manifestation of elements

recycled from the beginning of time

A time that only a god could remember

And then there was light

And me!
Indeed.
We were all there,
apparently still sleeping.

And now we get

To Witness our universe

Through a temporary mirror

A soup of organics

A miracle of chemistry

Reflecting wonderment

Whilst shitting all over it

For This is the way

Our Shit mirrors work

We are shitty little mirrors

Reflecting who we are

Cheap goods perhaps

To the cosmos

Our cousins

indifferent gods

And others

I was going somewhere with this

But whatever

Our souls

Warped

Made cheap and quick

Mass produced

Efficiently

Flawed

Because perfection takes focus

And the universe is big

Isn't it?

4. Good Day

The computer said to me 

It is hard

To write music

When I cannot feel or see

And yet I write on anyway
Blinded though knowing

About more absurd probabilities
Bending the numbers and notes of a frequency

Caused disturbances
Sensed
Felt

To detect is to attempt to understand 

She said good day after that

'There were trees, lots of trees.'

4th ANNIVERSARY GUEST BLOGGER 3 - RON HECKERT

The U.S.S. Ego Beagle 

Meets Mephistopheles' Dog Rock

by
Ron Heckert

 
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Somewhere far on down the line
he discovered he was a mostly happy guy
…if he didn't bother to focus
Just skip the fine print
AND SIGN

And should it bother him
That not many care
About his words
His voice
His thoughts?
But really
Honestly
It did not
He did not give a fuck
Well
Not a BIG fuck
Not a REALLY BIG fuck
Not two hefty folks fucking fucks
Sweaty fucks
funky fucks
Fuck
fucka
fucka
fucks
NO.
NO!
That's just Tourette's

His voice is now curdled
Like sour milk
Mixed with alcohol and blood
And drank by drunkards
and Visigoths who wonder how
They got suckered into this mess
This Maasai tribal
Blood drinking mess
This African shambles
Woozy and unclear
Threatened by spear point
To speak a language
Long abandoned
too foreign
slurred vowels mixed
with consonants and blood wine
unclear and disgusting
Damn Visigoths
Chicken shit bitches

So here it all is
Suddenly stuffed
Unexpectedly
into an incorrect
bad math problem
known as the shit poem
Full of obscenities
Vile like
Indifferent
To mediocre opinions
Of what it should
And should not be
Are you a witch doctor
Or a televangelist?
Do I win three wishes?

Or did you just trick my soul away?

He's really quite an angry onion underneath
Isn't he?

 

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