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CORE

CORE

Marco Rubio
in his, speech
to the Munich Putz
crossing
the Rubicon

Rubicon
Rubicon
  let’s in his honour,
rename it
the Rubiocon

don’t came us waiting
here in Africa
anxious
    for your hard
regime change
outright colonization

the soft big mac and coke
and Hollywood
attempts to
       colonize by
mind assimilation

not
    cutting the mustard
not cutting
anything
     any more

carriers
in our waters, marines and
ice police
on the shore

bulldozers, cranes and
every means of
excavation
     screaming, streaming
to the Core.

EXPERIMENTAL

EXPERIMENTAL

experimental
mental

banking on
une chanson l’amour

a kind of magic
watch my hands
each a little
imp
  of diversion
distraction

beneath the city
beneath the mountain

going nebula
creating
    (that is
the theory at least)
special connection, entanglement,
new pathways

kind of comical pondering
this nothing
is real reality
that is emerging

big box
of paradox
tied up
with a rainbow bow

and there we were
the two of us blessed cursed
to live a
life of standard fare

not a shred
of resonance between us

just
    that initial shockwave
wave, particle

positive, negative, opposite
identical spin

who
would have hazarded
a guess at it?

what
were the odds?
   

TRACE

TRACE

I knew I was going to going
to leave no trace.
But that we were all
leaving no trace,
erasing ourselves
frankly appalled me.

No more messages
leaving these shores
at lightspeed
inadvertently or
intentionally is
thing hard
to get one’s head around

a Universe of silence,
devoid of intelligent life

seems to defeat the idea of
purpose, meaning,
evolutionary achievement

I did say intelligent
but this intelligence
of ours

infinitely stupid.

FLIGHT TIME (NO RERUNS)

FLIGHT TIME (NO RERUN)

gone
in sixty seconds

plus flight time
all of thirty minutes

the chess board burning
the pieces melting
it is a game
that no one
will ever play again

certainly none of these kids
sitting under their desks
they know
     “duck, and cover”

no one thought much about this
could imagine it happen
forty, fifty
years ago whole
cities
   shutting down
the streets, out in
protest

even Donald will not
pronounce all the syllables
calling it
   his “N word”

the slightest nudge
and the species, scared
shits we are
       went total
hair trigger
                  whereupon complete first
strike
went total retaliation

you evaporate me
I evaporate you

that’s the bargain, that’s
the deal

a winter to take us back
a hundred thousand years
nothibg
   to eat
          but each other

no more reruns of
Strangelove on You Tube
     

OVID

OVID

the pompous Patriots
scoreless
at half time

Seattle (smart city)
with their
blitzkrieg football
acing it
in our own
back yard

meanwhile
between Oz and Kansas
the corn still growing
as spears go, every
clutch of corn
by
rank and file
deep as a legion
tall as
a phalanx

but Empire troubled
by what it sees
out at half
time
rapping in Spanish
(language
closest to Latin)

worse, singing about
love and
community
not
fish, beer, trucks
and dogs
as quintessential
song lexicon

and preserving a
language
for the sake of
ablatives, declensions
and gender

spoke as it
are

vestal
as a virgin

from
the horse’s mouth

(the Empire that
gave us
Spartacus
also giving us Ovid)