Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling

How certain loves could have gone

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There was the one of castaways on the island,

how he’d have not have had her

except for that island and his being the

alternative to no one –

and of his having been dumped by her

after “love” followed by rescue.

Then, too, there was the older man of money,

once handsome but now well past his prime –

and her,

and what won’t money buy if you’ve enough of it?

Well, except for actual love.

And so now I’m wondering about that kind,

and how love has gone,

and what that has to do

with what I’ve to say here.

Mr. Cantankerous

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They say we’re evolving into robots,

or rather,

six-million-dollar men, adjusted for inflation,

or actually deflation,

since we’ll become cheaper to make,

and we’ll be everywhere, like plastic stuff

no one wants (not now, though later they will).

“People 2.0” we’ll be, they say,

though no self-respecting robot

would use that term. We don’t

go around calling ourselves

“the chimps” now, now do we?

So yes, we’ll be off flying ourselves

through space in ships oiled to light

beams, just ahead, I suppose,

of the bombs we’ve built

and the rising sea with all the

dead fish in it (it’s a vision

of hope, as I understand it, a new

chance to get it right).

Meanwhile, though, I’m stuck on this

future trash pile on Good Friday

2017, clinging to my cross,

a chimp and chump weak in the wind

of God 2.0