OXIDE
angles
are collisions
bespeak incidence
and refraction
can see this
check.it out
from the running time
of the Universe
and
all those iron-oxide
socialist red planets
elephant
in the room
no room
for the elephant
enough
room
in the elephant
space
to cover every surreal
contingency
short of nightmare
space to burble, jumble up
words bounce balls
and spheres and
jagged
pieces of
interstellar debris
around and
around and around
AND THE GODS
and the gods
chide me
mock me
ask me
why, mortal
do you feaz death?
embrace it
rush to it
gives us spectacle
something to
keep us
entertained
a tragic moment
we can laugh about
DEVICE
it’s good that politicians
measure blood exactly
know to the recurring decimal
how much blood
resides in
an eye
when
exchanged for another eye
or a liver, spleen
or a brain
or a fat ton of innards
ripped out of the belly
they were
always in by
lethal fragmentation
weapon
or anti-personnel
explosive device
the weapons market considers
rather nice
INSCRIPTION
I have copies
occur
in many different forms
have more than three
dimensions
I write write write write
if only to prove
that I myself
am an inscription
catch my drift
get my gist
go with my flow
even as
a greater flow, deeper drift
quintessential gist
is what
life
has me follow
dictates here
this is what I grasp
all that I have grasped
from that recitation
practically everything I need
to write, and learn, and be.
FOR THAT LESSON
I was not there
for that lesson
when Adam and
Eve scoffed
forbidden fruit
had to high-tail
it from Eden
I missed the moral
and geopolitical teaching
that story purveys
similarly, must have
skipped class when
the Mongols took
Baghdad, the Crusaders
stormed
into Jerusalem, they
had their final
solution indaba at
Wannasee, and
Enola Gay dropped
her fat
fat egg
and so many knowledge
laden, wisdom enriched
tutorials and workshops
will no doubt
be scheduled when
I am no
longer around
history is the story of
where exactly we
were not
at the time, what
shaped
the world we
were born into, could
not
have been born
without which
but such a bloody, terrible,
power-driven furious fable
neither
more nor less
than this one we are in.
poems 2 die for