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PAR FOR THE COURSE

PAR FOR THE COURSE

I come
and
   go

come and go
go
and
come

collapse in
your arms
   (one
happy wavefront)

hard to make sure
every fractal
on board
   on the same page potentially,
pointing in
   the same direction

the mystery I am
you are
    delirious product
of choices

what
   you are reading right
now for instance

coming and going
going and coming

glimpse of the pattern
            even pattern
of patterns

par of the course
(true or false? spin
the coin
      you decide   all
up to you)

I come
and go

WHOLLY FORGET

WHOLLY FORGET

optical illusion

delusion
allusion

noise in every act of communication
guitar feedback
reaching
  crescendo

and now you tell me
I am twisted like a Mobius
pretzel

    me is that strain of
consciousness
that gets
filtered out

so many roles just
one actor

best in concentrating
of this taxing script

the other roles be
the ones to wholly forget

WAS SLEEPING

WAS SLEEPING
(AT THE TIME)

my consciousness
your consciousness

was sleeping
whilst someone something
kept turning
off and on the tap
of consciousness

giving me the in out
impression
    I am living my life
in a stop motion universe
wonderfully animated

too hard in this strobe like
flicker
    to catch hold of a semblance
of corporeal identity, gravity,
divinity

submit to
all that is commonly agreed
to be
   the holes in
best philosophy

holding the friendly
hand rail
      tight as I might

at the
same time fretting
at the presencs of everything
exceeding my capacity

linear trajectory here of
minimal relevance
to what
lived
       at this frequency

LIVESTREAM

LIVESTREAM

I was
a walking stream
of consciousness

a stream of consciousness
walking with a cobra-headed
hard red-wood stick

treating myself to
a slow circumnavigation
of the heart of the farm

on YouTube meanwhile
much screaming & pontificating
about red lines being crossed
and slippery slope
to no tomorrow

tactical nukes even
as we speak ready for
testing
   being wheeled into position

men in their Strangelove
think tanks think
it’s just
  a game of brinkmanship
serious
high-stakes bluffing

and me in my Cassandra moment
thinking about the pressing
of that button
to remove the surprise
from smugness in person

it’s wonderful, what
it can do, what platform
it affords for
all career launching

a prestigious degree wreathed
in ivy league ivy

how in such hands, how
safer than safe their
algorithm would
wish us to feel.

CLOCK THIS

CLOCK THIS

I glare
across the board
at you

my need
for victory
my need for redemption

though not
necessarily
a queen
sacrifice

there is in chess
almost always
a really
good move

perhaps even
a best move, a
brilliant move
hiding behind it

submerged in the patterninf
and yet in plain view

clock ticking while
I rack my brain
to find
my moment
of mastery

the beauty of the pieces
finely carved, exquisitely
molded

expanding the brain
Star Child style
to
the edge of consciousness.

FRESH FRUIT

FRESH FRUIT

On the farm
I wonder

about the ideology
of a tree

the entire tree:
roots, leaves, branches

cannot
escape asking myself
what haiku currently
courses
   through the flowers

Of course
    this is (dear reader, I
do recognise) a
category
   mistake
of the first order, and will
no doubt, none too late,
be brought
   to my attention amidst
much
  wild snarling

and thus forgive me
my contextualizing in a poem
how much theory
pervades
        everything (truly
it is in
its nature
    to be an invasive species)

and Fall and Autumn and
all those mellow feelings
much
   written about

some ode or other
      that leaf to dead leaf
is
  remembered

all the wherefores and whys
as to how
  this system getting greener
came
   not just
    to be but
into conscious being

ruthless and polite both
stuck in a rut this day whilst
supposed
    of infinite variety

and my voice
     estranged, coming back

to me alien

as if
   freshly arrived, in awe of
all capacity to
shift the
      word of perspective

see things differently.