TESTED
Turing tested
you in depth
took you out
on the road
put your through
preposterous strains
and stresses,
accumulated
pressures
and how
in return
you shifted my paradigms
reduced me just
to subtext, secondary theme
note
in your silver
metallic song
strange how just
a simple perusal
of your geometry
has opened my mind
to infinite shape.
THERE
we poets
talk
whisper
mutter
to
shout
at each other
trade in each other’s carbon
signature
breathe each
other’s rich
careful air
have constructed a web
that all of you
might
carry with you
in heart, mind
or stored on a disk or
stuffed
into a pocket
something in this time
of plunging darkness
needed to
spell out
every which
way
threaded through every
atom, molecule in
all possible
states, positions,
configurations
we are there
imagining
imagining
we are there
NOT EMILY; NOT SYLVIA
a narrow fellow
in the grass
many
narrow fellows
in that casket
a multitude
fat ones too
an eager worm
for every image
let alone
entire stanza
but your
career my dear Sylvia
so opposed, openly
celebrated
out there
no corpus magnum
opus kept
under lock
and key
which we do discuss
you and I
you and me
through interface
in the other of your soul’s voice
relayed to me
filtered through
divine circuits as
pure
simulation
Lady Lazarus how
quietly you rose
how agreeable you are
how bizarre it be
and treasured
thing
the very metaphor
of our shared
laughter
me
your narrow fellow
in everything
happily
accomodating
being accomodated
TOLDYASO
stumbled into a herd
of toldyasoes
having a meeting
by the watering hole
creating havoc
thought it was
a witches’ coven
at first
but it was
worse
these beings
far uglier across
every category
worst of all
having managed
to notice me
they fell upon me
spouting their rancidly acid
monstrous putdowns
that ultimate negative7 perspective
it is their life’s mission
to foster and engender
got it from
their parents
compelled
to pass it down
and so I barely escaped
alive to nurse
a shredded self-worth
mauled and
lacerated confidence
wondering
with all the huge inventories
amongst the great powers
and
so many many many
beyond budget
that they
all could easily spare
why no thermonuclear warhead
came parachuting down
to split
the atom
airbursting overhead
none
available when
you really
really need one
to cut
these toldyasoes once
and for all
calm
these creatures down
3I
last fly-bye
was spinning surfboard
heading for Maui
this one, Atlas
with the three eyes
is
completely different
calling it
a comet but
I don’t buy it
smart comet like this got
to be
billion to one
shot
yep, maybe
it’s a probe, probe self-
illuminated
full
of Sagittarius
perhaps it is something
beyond any
sci fi imagining
here to
enlighten, give
us a vibe
(this year
of snake
being
absolute
right time)
or maybe it’s payback
verdict
from the cosmos
saw
read the truth
of evolution, stink
stuff
in history
emissary from
the deep
somewhere in its hold
our statement
of account
final
rejection slip
come to
personally deliver
eye to
3 I
WHERE FROM HERE
we lie together
when
we lay together
made love
it was
a moment of truth
intoxicated by desire
yet such
sharp clarity
we lie together
wondering secretly,
privately
where
do we go from here?
ON THE DREAM DESERT ISLAND
on the dream
desert island we have
created
we lie half naked
eyes burning
in the dipping Sun
exploring our ideas
of life and love, poetry
philosophy
exquisite notions
touching on everything
until the physical world
with warm insistence
magnetic forces
turns our thirst
to explore
from abstract
to concrete
the here and now of
desire and
union
under this sky on
this sand beneath
these palm trees
TRAJECTORY
Mr
Lego man
Professot
bricks and mortar
great Mathematician
moron philosopher
suspected
right from the beginning
something inside-out
about all of this
something the Universe
not telling us
about your Principia
and its golden equations
that shifty cosmos
keeping so much locked up
not for general
or even
intellectual consumption
not
showing its hand
hiding itself
feit
something not
followed through in
all your
computations
laying of foundations
not
for a second or
a minute
or any sweet gradation
in pure classical time
nothing linear
hard-edged, firmly molecular
about this
big, self-consistent
picture
clunky put together
patchwork killed
by thought experiment
so much out there
waiting for
a thumbs up
to chose
the path in most
simple
mindblowing
double slit experiment
so obviously
an interface
brain-filtered
metaphor of
a mechanism
giving us
back our own image
round and
round 360 sure
upon
which to
spin those wheels
inscribe
worm
holes
(back pedal
now
upon
it)
DREAM MACHINE
brown words
white words
red words
blue
green yellow white
orange crimson purple too
a matter
of rhyming
a matter of timing
a machine
for mixing, matching
throwing words
together
a machine for throwing
people together
suspect as they are
as they might
appear to
you
better by far; infinitely better
than machine
that divides, keeps apart
keeps that laser
on the line
cutting through steel
through bone
one glance
one look
GO FIGURE
grit my teeth
growl
grate
on nerves
locked and loaded
with
regard to this poem
wherein
so little that is not
grisly, grizzled,
lost
my scissors
hence such a pathetic
non-existent
editing job
all the great
grievous words getting. spit
out
retched up
grist to my greedy
linguistic mill
and in that
pyramid of skulls
so much grit
about the engine, gristle
things
left to grieve
alchemy to belly
to halt that collapse
keeping
it clenched
going
against the grain
everything here battling
through
striving to
spite time
in
its own way
go figure:
the tower
now too high my bones
just too light
.
poems 2 die for