POEMS 29 MAY

FRACTURE

this is the fracture line
where things break
cannot
be repaired

I say goodbye
to things that never existed

bubble that burst
and me
gone
with it

camera gone so
we cut to a black screen
if there were
screen
to cut to

you ask
want to insist on
words of memory
but there is
nothing to remember
all that was data
information

safely
stowed away

****

POKE

I poke you
poke fun
at you

and you
are so quick
to elevate
yourself
deem it
nonsense

but nothing
hostile meant
nor in any
way sexual

hanging
    upside down
as I am
I have a unique
take on absurdity

you
    speed dial to Apollo
angling for high art

when I just
smell, taste carnival

that succulent feast-
ready ripeness
in all things

before they falter
before they rot

****
SWEET TAKEOFF

causal logic
would suggest takeoff
before landing
(kind of
     chicken conundrum
whether
sufficient and
necessary condition
for scrambled egg)

from gull-wings and
racing slicks to
delta
    swept back
Concorde

you are
     whooshed off the tarmac
now sailing
through
the sky

need
to get you across the pond
fast and furious
to exploit
chaos
   in the markets

such windows of opportunity
that open only unto gods

****
CRUCIAL

the Sun
is my heart

my heart
is the Sun

see as you hold them up
to each other

how crucial
my blood

to preserve
the light

****

hesitate to proceed
my dark reader

you might find
what I have for you here
darker than you can bear

may
   taste good
but how
could you possibly know
what I did here,
what got smelled
here together
was thrown
into a blender

callously, carelessly
without thought paid
to your
well-being
concern for your survival

verses consonant
with the treachery of the world

out to
trap you, have you
out to get you

never finding yourself
anywhere like this before

****

ARE WE?

Are we
strong nuclear force?

or
   are we
weakest nuclear force imaginable
vastly mistaken?

any in our
wildest dreams any
kind of nuclear force at all?

softly entangled
     living in the shadow, as
the shadow
of all
those multiple
alternate universes

somewhere there
must be continuity
traces of
     better choices

bleeding across the demarcations
despite rigid law by rule

my blood
       somewhere on
the floor

****

AS PROMISED

You led
me to believe
there would be
honey, tahini,
luscious fruit salad

gave me the promise
of more than
one sad
banana
spoke of a rainforest feast

maybe I should
just suck on an ice cube
slice and salt
at potato

get into
practice for
that menu
of bare
sustenance

its time
now clearly near

****