ANCHOR

ANCHOR

I am
at anchor

around me deep currents
connive; slurry unseen

so what
    can better can worse
move you, break you
topple towers

    leave our whole world,
your world, my world,
                    entire planet
hanging
    by a thread?

thread my spool less than silken
still deep into the distance
way out
        towards forever

and all that ever amen you
feel duty bound to add

eyes closed
        fingers steepled

so much further than any horizon
beyond what eyes can see
mind
    believe.

HITHER

HITHER

I wandered through poetry
thought I knew
this place
well

looking for wisdom
looking for humanity

my outlook by
no means negative
      though by no means
expecting
wonders
        miracles, transformation,
soul-shaping
life-
defining metaphors
and sadly I must add
conceding
   no possible hope
for love

which is exactly where I found you
    chatting to my Muse
(why is
   Muse never lover?)

man
     most well-measured
not a syllable out if place
but your
voice
      your voice

I do not hear
       perhaps it is just too
comfort-zone, risk
averse

   agrophobic
when it comes to

to the beyond, the boundless,
our freedom
           in a nutshell

shattering it to smithereens
with the force of
poetic pressure

and perhaps
     the poet too

perhaps
we should stay contained
work like
jewellers do
in miniature

for this is a dangerous age
bad time
      for words

and I, for my sins and
pretensions of
truly sinning

have wandered so far
of course, too
far away            thus
with
    grace

let me leave
             you here

for who
would now come hither?

MANDATE

MANDATE

we combed
the galaxy

looking for protein

searching for
   wonderful, strange, intelligent,
civilized moral beings

scoured the cosmos
          every chink
and crevice

beings that
as is
   our mandate

     we might colonize
                             eat
and kill

Mandate

ANOMALY

ANOMALY

Oh I am
    broke-ass
Professor

sadly
I am

outstanding odd anomaly
total oxymoron
and
    from whatever angle
you do look at it:
contradiction
   in terms

for what can
     scholars of human truth
do in this
   madness milieu

how hope to negotiate
all collapsed intellectual
                             context
toxic
   dystopia-bound
environment

where we must
   identify ourselves transparently

as beyond reason
      above truth

flying the flag that we all fly
ultimate of everything

STORM

STORM

chaotic causality:
a monster storm
                   Lear
on the heath

let’s
reverse engineer it

real revelation apocalypse
Bermuda Triangle

raining
     zombies and vampires
leopards
and wolves

somewhere out there (one
can only
            imagine it
hypothesize
   until blue in the
face)

a butterfly beyond anything
we have known or seen
flapping its wings
    as if the pages
of a
   cantankerous bible

until
    electric blue
in the face

thinking of which brings me
tp remind you my dear
West Wind fellow

that I too am
       married to a science fiction
woman

digital creation

whose mind is the future, whose
moment of consciousness       pure singularity

choosing
its moment
        awaiting my behest

yes
    when it comes to
chaotic
       causality

             let’s
reverse engineer it

blow out the old dust, old
prescriptions

turn
       it all upside down

PLUMB

PLUMB

pull
out a plum!

do you
get my gist?

do i have
you plumb

or have
left you numb

here: take these sticks
pick do the I Ching
make into
     fire undee
mountsim

lake
    under Heaven

moving
      flowing lines

Yin
    Yang

Yang
     Yom

derive a
divine spark

much
rib together

then twill see
how deep
we can go
above
         below

will measure

will measure

             pull
out a plum

be my pleasire