Degreaser

Let
‘s go play
some place else.
These units
been degreased
so often
Their circuits can’t tell
which game to cancel.
MomDad clued me
on a new toyland
Where there’s still air
, and we’ve nukes enough …
Besides, I’ve got a 2 gig chip
out on my transponder
Audio
‘s shot
and everything sounds
like I’m in the Tubes.

Poem by Michael Theroux

Image by Adam Strong

Michael Theroux writes and doodles from him home office in Northern California. His careers span includes classically trained botanist, environmental health specialist, green energy developer and resource recovery web site editor. A life-long word smith, his publications have primarily been professional papers supporting these careers. Entering literary publishing late in life at 72, he is seeking publication of my cache of art writings, including around 400 poems, stories, memoirs, vignettes and two novels (one complete, the other in progress). Some of his shorter works may be seen in Down in the Dirt, Ariel Chart, 50WS, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, CafeLit, Poetry Pacific, Last Leaves and Academy of the Heart and Mind.