Perhaps Should have Taken a Local

Baby Bullet, City-bound--
I'm perked up with Peet's. Phone's in my pocket--
I'm deaf to the siren song of social
media, even well-meaning Mastodon--
I've got the kids' discarded 3DS
and three fare-zone's worth of Zelda time!

Dreamlands

Do not dawdle in the     dark lodge, beguiled
by red curtains     and zigzag tiles;
outside is Ulthar:     you must go
and pet all the cats--     calico
tuxedo. tabby,     and monochromatic.
Stay awhile, but     don't become static--
Kadath calls,     and the train untaken.
Go! Go! Before     the Wind Fish awakens!

W@H in Feb

Off deep in our WestUS DC
8 GPU's slave at 61c.
  At home in a sweater--
  that server'ed be better
under my desk by my knee.

Murmurations

Winter sun wrestles     with remnants of rain,
and see, the bay's     surface shimmers;
murmurations     of birds are rolling
like white breakers     at Ocean Beach,
and I'm lucky     to live here, but
I'd still rather     be stuck in some
inland empire     shithole apartment,
no scenery but     a log-in screen,
with you.