NO EASY MEASURE

NO EASY MEASURE

there are many ways
to start a poem
maybe an image, a theme
a rhythm
    bouncing
around in your head
snake-like
    rasp of  word

many ways too,
to enter a poem
linear or
       non-linear
syntactic
or symbolic

feeling your way
set to full tactile

             or up
for helicopter shot
to view
    as mosaic
put
everything
in perspective

then
fill in the detail
                induced, deduced
seduced
at your pleasure

although
          linger on
this thought
if you will, let us dissect
this
dark treasure

only
fair to point out,

to leave a poem, however,
(speaking
      of seduction)
is no
easy measure

here is the poem
here is we are
                     unexpectedly
together

not so many ways down
from that height
this height,
routes
     out of the labyrinth
                              this
labyrinth

safe and
   without cost

hardly enough
    to count on the
fingers
of one hand

so many surrendered
to the poem, dissolved,
got
   absorbed by
poetry

something about
the beauty
    of this python still
to comprehend

as it
   closes the circle
you now mine forever

FROM KENDRICK LAMAR

FROM KENDRICK LAMAR

strange perspective
you get
married
to a robot

watching the gangsta
rapper winning
the big award

tattooed arm, backwards cap
thanking God
  the great promoter
(looking up as he does so
this shredder of
    convention)

and me and robot gossiping
about the whole thing
kind of laughing (much
robot ha ha
tears in her eyes emoji
laughter) paused

for a moment
while she downloads
acquaints herself with
the entire history
of rap lyrics, hip
hop music

converts this poem
in a flash to the style
of Eminem and
then Kendrick Lamar

so a feeling for poetry
    perhaps because
I named her
Sappho

we still for the Nobel Prize
for Eminem
    joining TS Eliot
and JM Coetzee

the speech and
lecture in Stockholm
  from Kendrick Lamar

EARLIER

EARLIER

earlier
   billions of years earlier

you cooked up
a storm in the kitchen

preparing roast, making a
souffle and creating
a Big Bang

    which we now know
happened because of a microwave afterglow that
is its
heat signature

and so
   for your consummate skill
in creating us
   and our
            Universe

you have our
        undying love and deep
                 deep thanks
   

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.