HUMONGOUS
human look
humongous
through
alien eyes
(forget any
cosmic romance
with sweet tentacled
creature)
the bodies we
born with
not
for light-
speed optimized
what spring and
bounce born with
gravity level-best to
be levelling
so here we be stuck
all can do
is wave as they pass
us
any cosmic, astral travellers
then
best write it off, crazy
to believe
when everything in
our Universe premised
on
plausible denial
PIE
“a piece of pie”
2010: The Year We Make Contact
A piece of pie this monolith is
the cosmonaut said, unaware
how he was caught or
framed by
HAL’s beady eye (I say
“HAL” but you know
I must be alluding
to his Russian equivalent)
the monolith such
an iconic object by now
in all technologically advanced
civilizations
giving us the smarts to
nuke the entire
planet in
defence of our waterhole
and all on that hill
we havd sworn to die on
no the monolith though
teeming with stars looks
like a thick sheet of rolled steel
block of
planed wood
so much in our culture (ask
HAL!) revolving around
the battle
between steel
and wood.
TOP HAT
I knew I was in trouble
when
at long last
rabbit refused
to jump out of the hat
ten years ago since last we talked
and you there in Puritan country
proposing outrageous
textual adventures
would test my
erotic imagination
to its limit
we lose people
find them lose
them again
and there are exoplanets out there
barren rock, weird jungle
but not a shred of poetry
but if
you find death in a stone
surely there might be
consciousness
even in a stick
stick
stick figure
stick tree roots of
a civilization transformational
generative language
consciousness leaks into
that microbe rich pond
and soon
sky is the limit
soon your saucer
is landing next door
you preaching to me about
humanity needing
to save itself, such
a selfish, self-destructive species
and me so wanting to
go cosmic with you
sublimate all aggression
rabbit
gone billion necessitating
nuclear
me suddenly so clear
about to
square peg hole
it in that
top hat
poems 2 die for