hutt 0.3
  hutt - west end, australia
 
 
Clayton A. Couch (claytonacouch@earthlink.net) lives in Columbia, SC with his wife, Lauren, and his feline familiar, Gretchen. Employed as a Library Specialist for Midlands Technical College, he is currently working towards an MLIS (Library Science) degree at the University of South Carolina. His most-recently published poems have appeared in Big Bridge, can we have our ball back?, moria, muse apprentice guild, The Pedestal, Pierian Springs, Say…, Shampoo, Tin Lustre Mobile, and xStream, with upcoming work to appear in SpaceBreather, Word For/Word and Znine. He is also the managing editor and publisher of sidereality (http://www.sidereality.com), a quarterly journal of speculative and experimental poetry.

 

 
   
clayton a. couch - this second articulation
flow nasal and                                   zoom
                  if all                                                                 economies
         sold
                                              deregulated futures
                            we'd live                                 in utopia             you
                  and I have found                      puzzle
behind viral                                                         infection
                                     don't you                                        know bug
                  grin and bear it                                  forever
                           I like when you                                                  call
         or instant                                 message
                                                        your fingers across
                                                                                these immense black
distances                                                    they say
                                     that we left a footprint
                                                                               up there with flag
         and movie studios
         paid                                                  big bucks
                           for a contract                                          on your life
                                     like it or not strangers came
back on the capsule                                             settled into the people
                                     in your neighborhood
and robbed                              you blind
                                                                               extracting retinal wall
                           and replacing it
                                                        with a meshwork
                  of artificial crystal
                                                                 readying its tiny soul
                           for a pinprick                                               invasion
of squishy                                                                              networks