NUMBERING, CYPHERING, AND TIRED OF COUNTING

BY THE NUMBERS

In our infinitesimal place

in a cosmos of matter

ever moving away

from where and who

we think we are.

I find we are destined

to discover we are

less than stars and

the planets that ring

them though we share

molecules the great expanse

in hotness leant us.

We arrogantly refuse to cede

that we are one with

each other much less all

that we ever find around us

and but a dot on

a tiny anomaly of space. All

that is could waste us

with a small rock and

never remember we were here;

if it not for all

the human handmade junk up

there we spit out of

the atmosphere into space and

the galaxy and have ringed

our own planets bell with.

Our thinking is that if we

shit in the galaxy we call

owned by us and refuse to

flush; the rest of all space

and bent time that is will

conform to our wasteful ways and

by forcing conformity on space we

will prove who the real master

of the far flung universe is.

We have Hollywood, Bollywood, porn and television

to entertain our brain into the misperception

that our cosmic view is but deception

of reality of our insignificance. Fortunately on

the offhand chance that there is another

planet clean, virgin, without the human virus

upon it we’ve not engineered a science

or developed an intellect to reach it.

Before we leave this planet, this envelope of

survival to spread out among the billions of

galaxies to search for another planet perhaps mother

knew best when she said “clean your own

filthy room before you go out on the

porch to make even more of a mess!”

© M Durfee

6/28/13

YOUNG LOVE

He took her tenderly by the hand and walked slowly, lovingly to the grass by the pond. The breeze was gentle; evening was rising with the stars. He loved the feel of her wonderfully soft skin and said to her “It’s been thirty years honey and you still have the finest ass in ten states."

© M Durfee

6/28/13

A 55 word love story for the ever busier than a rooster at a hen laying contest, G-man, Mr. KnowitAll, the king of who gives a shit. Of course if you look closely you will see I have linked this to his Friday Blog of a veritable variety of valiant veople who write short short short works of flash fiction for fun.