RETURN
come back Isaac
all is forgiven
don’t want no multiverse
no wave collapse
restore
my comfort zone
force and motion, quantum
probability tells
me you must return
reinstate the old classics
that were
so ball-bearing
sex that is
simple mechanics
no
this way
and that
love that cannot be
entanglement
is there in the calculus:
mass meets acceleration
(what better
golden ratio?)
WELL SPENT
that would be a night
well spent
getting
the taste of you
learning your flavour
how it shifts between
Empress, High Priestess
Queen of
Cups and
Sixty nine
of Hearts
TRAVELERS/TRAVELERS
Travelers
is close to the border
nation to the North where
people are
same same
meanwhile sat in Travellers
downing best Springbok-level
golden lager
just now
might get lucky
or the Universe
my Universe our Universe
might end
of a sudden
thanks to
climate change or
inertial
guidance
have drunk so much
am in no
fit state to drive
am in need
of some guidance
need to
go full Horus
align myself
with the stars
shame
on my masculinity
so drunk already much
philosophical discussion but
no
stinky finger
no sneaked innuendo
headed in
direction and to conclusion
could label
quick relief
but all your Northerners
(way further North than Botswana
if not
quite to
the pole)
must be bemused
by all these South Africanisms
just now
meaning
next few couple of seconds next
few
billion years
all is good in this haze-brain state
courtesy of Dionysus
perfectly scientific
given the relativity of space time
strictly
interpreted
according to
the single-wave
superposition (imposition)
totally out of
your right mind
brutally simplified
many-
worlds theory
of suiwer quantum mechanics whole- sale
human
supply
and cosmic demand.
poems 2 die for