BET YOUR SWEET ASS

BET YOUR SWEER ASS

Your paradigm is slipping
was always slippery

can see
bare flesh, stuff exposed

wondering
who schooled you in
this philosophy, laid
it out
on a platter it
would seem

so let
me put this hypothesis
to you now

whether
truth be whole or
(Boltman brain territory)
it be severed

you eschew the wisdom
forget the transparency

force down
that blue pill
without a second thought

knowing, not knowing
who or what
on top

who on top
and who at the bottom
(in or out
in terms
of innuendo, sauce for the goose
in terms
of double entendre)

either way (feeling your way
in building your
perspective upon it)

the symmetry here, the super-
position, sweet Thomas Kuhn,
pure paradise

your paradigm
no longer slipping
must have got the hang.

DENIAL

DENIAL

a bug clawed its way
in through my navel

hurt like hell
those titanium pincers

told me instantly
I had misread
my world
     got it wrong

sometime in the past
this shift in
genre, everything
turning
science fiction

dystopian, not
the utopian kind, total shock
not nice surprise
in every bit
and byte of
its
dream logic

and you
    curious, if not
at the limit of your anxiety,
to
know
   the wherefores and whys
of this threshold reality

would be happy to explain,
conscious of the likelihood
of throwing you
into
   a denial
from which you might
never escape

FALTERED

FALTERED

his fingers faltered
that one
writing the script

and so best sibling
stepped into
replace him

but that one
not
weaned
the same

was of outlook
whole different genre

and so the dream
          disappeared, we
became awake

congratulated ourselves
on
     the end
of the fiction, red
pill reality

but it was
       embedded level
of dream
and
     move into nightmare