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MUPPET

MUPPET

as Niner fans go
I’m a real muppet
(must be one
to think we would
get
to the Superbowl,
the fourth quarter
of our
last visit
firmly behind us)

so call me a muppet
— go on, trumpet that truth
(truth of
your perspective
as you
limitedly see it)

leave me in my cuddly
muppet comfort zone
believing my eyes
and the logic
of analysis

so many fans here bandying
it around
at every opportunity:
muppet muppet muppet

were that they
could have such charm,
wit and
be that
cuddlesome
(or meet
a muppet of
power that might
tear
off their heads)

IDEALLY

IDEALLY

I have an idea
for writing a poem

an idea
for creating the Universe

an idea for
making love to you

and now
thanks to all the angels
resonating in this field

we can now
give it a number, work
out the probability

construct a theory that
can be proved by experiment,

that traces all these ideas
as they do their damnedest
to alter
the nature of things

back to what it is
abstract physics will
no doubt insist
is actually me.

VOICE

VOICE

I asked you
begged you

not to listen
to that voice

but even if you
did not summon it

you let it ring
in your head

something in your head
told you this was the song
the dance of life
music of
    our very existence

and not the scratched old pressing
of a foghorn jamming
with an
        air raid siren

drowning out
        everything harmonious
there
    might have been.

YES. MAXIMUS

YES, MAXIMUS

yes, Maximus,
we are entertained

we watch the spectacle
are the spectacle

are so glad to be right up close
close enough
    to smell the blood

a little too far
    to feel the steel

(the sacred heart of
Empire itself

loving
    the power
  of this shock reveal)

HEY POEM

HEY POEM

hey poem

    structurally
speaking

are you
    wrestling? are
you
  striptease?

looked for you
in Barthes mythologies

did not
    find you

maybe you are
not a part of
any
  system
  of signs

have
nothing to do
with culture
at all

SOMETIMES

SOMETIMES

sometimes
I am
just
randomness

Cummings words
      jumping all over the
quantum page

as if
    twin slit experiment

(the smile of physics gone Gemini
getting our minds pretty
        tangled up together
                        you tell me coyly
inform me
    in no uncertain terms)

if it cannot be
          real
                        this everything

if it is lax on locality

        could it
                      be dream?

I asked this of the iconic cat
in the box before it
                        disappeared

and now I am blessed with
the answer but sworn to secrecy

science
          now in uproar

doctoral candidates frayed
fissile

        exploding in clouds of
white chalky dust
as if
    made of talcum powder

all over Tesla’s headstone
thinking of
      the half-life of what
lies
  in that grave

Sent from my iPhone

SPOOKY TO THINK

SPOOKY TO THINK

Here is my poem
wrapped up inside
another poem

not sure exactly
which poem it is
you are reading or
whether this
that you are reading
counts
and qualifies
as a poem at all

by any stretch of
the imagination
and relativity (special
and general) and quantum
Physics
have proved beyond
a shadow
of a doubt
how elastic and
multi-dimensional
your imagination can be

reading this rubbish here
and making gorgeous
sense
of it, leaving me
wondering
what gorgeous sense it is
you might make of me
(could well be)

but first operation
would seem to be
to dissolve the space
between us

to act as if we are entangled
in the way we spin
(universes
spinning around each other
like bubbles of froth in
the foam of your latte)

and your
wisdom such as
to leave me
gaping, gawping
foaming at the mouth

neither
of us here empirically
or raw-
red physically

our existence co-created even
as we reach this sentence at this very

future past present moment
forever
postmongering

spooky to think

spooky to think.