A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, December 28, 2019

hack savvy

It is necessary
a part of me that I have always seen
the pattern, through the noise

spot trace

of human point
that sticks out through the jammed
disjointed dissonance - the tip

of hint

just barely surfaced,
which connects, if gliding down
sleek surfaces implied

to clue

in grind
and ground
is found

and tried.

From there, crank back the scope, go wide
and spot

the others, next
as like
to like as each
to each, glared bold
in place so deftly set, so
darkling bright. Each
sitting unassuming where

the local picture fuzz and wash
can camouflage its doings there. No

more, though: snap

the lock clicks in

the view takes off
the constellation draws itself,
in all like points picked out
and named (for gods and heroes
of my own design)

and broadcasts fate unstranged.
I spy such puzzle-boxes strewn
through parks, up buildings

in the news, and manufactured
into goods - by careful
application,
dudes

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