ICARUS INSTINCT
I barged into
the temple of
artificial intelligence
stormed out
after dismantling and
indeed liberating
a host of automatic
telling
and vending machines
flew up to the firmament
with the eye for aeronautics
of an ancient Daedalus
deluxe
soaring Sun-ward like his son
determined that the destiny
should be
becoming child
of the cosmos beyond which
no sense to aspire.
DIAMONDS
before I knew it
my life had
for better
or for worse
gone
full mythological
Homer had
fallen from the heavens
down on
my ten year old
head
and Aphrodite, my god,
how that goddess killed me
then
thereafter
and every day since
if not in
divine form, then with
the active collusion
of her
clones and copies
and would-be
avatars
each as gorgeous as
they were fake
but you
were the one
she must have chosen
specially
inner outer beauty
got in
hearts, diamonds, spades
(and so
your namesake
did
sing of diamonds)
time has passed on
but the poem
won’t
forget
BLUE STAR
blue star
my blue star
keep
shining
when I am gone
keep shining
charm the sleeping world
with memories, stories
of he who
sang such songs
for his lost
Eurydice
that
the rocks, the trees
awoke from their slumber
to share
the beauty of
this sadness
blue star
my blue star
keep shining
help me remember
before I go
why
I am here
SHOSHONE
you were so in
need of the fruit
from the tree of antithesis
when I came upon you
arrived on the scene
slithered amongst you
rattling my
tail off to wake
you up
not much hope there
popping gobstopper-sized
pills to kill
your anxiety
already
you can see what
it has done to
your internal rhyme
scheme and system
pretty much shot to Hell
last to say this, for
obvious reasons, but
right now,
at this juncture, need
to stand
outside yourself, commit
to alterity, flick
switch to at least
semi-
Slavoj
dialectic might be just
a pipe dream
but what better
pipe
conduit to great
spirit do we
full Shoshone have?
BRIDGE
they found a tunnel under
the Garden of Eden
a German archeologist
excavated it
seems some contraband may
have found its way through
a labyrinthine network
to places where its
presence
could not have been
more destructive
to the great mythology of
what went down here
who
was to blame
and what it means
adding to the neverending theology
and spiritual analysis
for which resolution we actually also
need the bridge
a bridge has yet to
found in the garden of Eden
we can only begin to imagine
how finding one will
structurally change things
GREEN
the rains
the rain
the rain
the rain
have given
the grass, the trees,
the plants
a lush edge
the green fingers of
the gods responsible
for green
have grown
greenier
and me
on the margins
liminal
as usual
feeling both oddly alien
and strangely at home
poems 2 die for