Author Archives: Mikels Skele

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About Mikels Skele

Poet. Explainer. Foreigner-at-large.

What’s up

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A paean to the tres hipness of the tres hip.

Sorry, toots, I’m no longer interested
The fun’s gone with the sundown
The after all and the waking
I can’t seem to make sense of it anymore

I want a life of leisure
One adventure stinging another
A whole crop of writhing sunrises
Pleading insanity

As if the clowning were trivial
The combining convivial
Too many adverbs for my taste
Give me action or give me breath

You know, I could be trolled
By anxiety, whacked by whimsy,
But I’d like to choose otherwise
And pretend it’s destiny

Sweet, stinking destiny
Are you with me?

Glass

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The temperature of the planet‘s atmosphere is a scorching 1,000C, and it rains glass, sideways, in howling 7,000km-per-hour winds.

It rained.
Hot, searing transparencies
Welded too soon to our
Lovely dying skin

The howling thunder
Clapped, ignored, derided
Wreaked its vengeance
Each moment anew,

Anew, anew,
Until agony seemed a respite
Our muzzled minds could only bark
Why didn’t we…

Along a-gong

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Sometimes, meaning just gets in the way.

All along the blew swimple divvy
and wazy craffle sway
Only ravid crimples dunkle
from anzid pace away

Orfy wamp and wackie
I canna say no more
If only skewels lanched
From boor to stinking boor

But all alas and lacky
Too late to twunk aday
I meselfie ardin
Onely poinent fray!

In leaps dawn

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In leaps dawn
Like impetuous whimsey
All dressed in fiery red
Eyes burning with mad ambition

A pox on sleep!
The fawning dead
Drifting endlessly into
Oblivion

Not for us!
Up like buttercups
Like spiky woven thistles
Up toward the solar apogee

Until finally, inevitably,
The long graceless glide
Begins again

In slips dusk
All dusky

Down to the beach

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I went down to the beach in sworls
Longing for sun-bound benediction,
The binding waves’ delight

I went down to the beach in fancy,
The souls of a billion stars
Shone in the sand-blown wind

I went down to the beach in breathless,
Red-green ancient charts
New sprung each forgotten day

I lost my footprints
Without a glance