Descends the Drape

Descends the Drape

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan Descends the drape guillotine of the run celebrated and mourned in voices loud and whispers soft The whine of tools Passes the set to bones and vacuum The cast’s final exodus to home while from the ashes rises the next It lives on, the run, immortal in memory and legend a thousand moments and bonds new found or renewed This poem was written after I got home from the theatre on the closing night of “Inherit the Wind” at Ottawa Little Theatre. As the final curtain fell, it seemed, in a flash, to be an executioner’s implement – bringing a final, irreversible ending. It goes through my mind every time a production closes....
Privilege

Privilege

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan You can download the .mp3 here: BelltowerofPrivilege.mp3 What calling what meaning minor wanderings and fleeting effect? From earth’s womb emerges consciousness seeking purpose cause great or small Unique, perhaps, amongst rock fire and ice to come and to pass on What more is required? to be is sufficient privilege This follows a late night discussion… one of those “meaning of life” chats. I’m pretty driven but I recognize that my efforts will result in things destined to pass in time. The conclusion of the gab was that conscious life is so rare in the universe (indeed – perhaps we are the only self aware consciousness? Who knows?) that to be here is enough. Legacy is a nice idea but not required. The image is a capture of a structure I built, The Belltower of Privilege, that portrayed this poem for Burn2 2010, an official (if virtual) affiliate of Burning Man. It played random notes across three pentatonic octaves – which you can hear in the...
Kiss

Kiss

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2008 Dark, but for flickering flame and burning souls connected and touching, trembling mouths and breath On palette lips, stardust and tongues, like brushes paint the universe...
Shell Shock

Shell Shock

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2008 Vivid rush ancient terror fear Adrenalized panic crush smeared me Abruptly jellied soul naked shriveled heart Catastrophic collapse of literate grace Fumbled exit to terrified loneliness Descends the vulture past and its bloody beak Wait and endure carrion soul will rise Zombie shadow a lingering aura A bit of a portrait of post traumatic stress – how it can all rush back on you sometimes with only a shadow of some reminder triggering...

Farley

by Mike (Binary Rhyme) Heffernan, 2007 I heard from a friend who heard from a friend a short little tale about Farley The friend of a friend said a friend of another friend had asked for advice at a party from Farley She was faced with a page that failed to engage “How do you beat the block?” she asked Farley The answer was exceptional at describing a professional “I simply run up the Visa” said Farley Facing similar obstructions I followed his instructions but it didn’t work for me like it did for Farley Lacking literary gifts I’m now working triple shifts but on my breaks I read Farley I wrote this little ditty the other day because (as I said there) you don’t go to the Dusty Owl without something to read. It is a bit of a twist on a response offered by Farley Mowat at the Governer General’s (Ed Schryer) New Years Eve ball many years...