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EXPERIMENTAL

EXPERIMENTAL

experimental
mental

banking on
une chanson l’amour

a kind of magic
watch my hands
each a little
imp
  of diversion
distraction

beneath the city
beneath the mountain

going nebula
creating
    (that is
the theory at least)
special connection, entanglement,
new pathways

kind of comical pondering
this nothing
is real reality
that is emerging

big box
of paradox
tied up
with a rainbow bow

and there we were
the two of us blessed cursed
to live a
life of standard fare

not a shred
of resonance between us

just
    that initial shockwave
wave, particle

positive, negative, opposite
identical spin

who
would have hazarded
a guess at it?

what
were the odds?
   

TRACE

TRACE

I knew I was going to going
to leave no trace.
But that we were all
leaving no trace,
erasing ourselves
frankly appalled me.

No more messages
leaving these shores
at lightspeed
inadvertently or
intentionally is
thing hard
to get one’s head around

a Universe of silence,
devoid of intelligent life

seems to defeat the idea of
purpose, meaning,
evolutionary achievement

I did say intelligent
but this intelligence
of ours

infinitely stupid.

FLIGHT TIME (NO RERUNS)

FLIGHT TIME (NO RERUN)

gone
in sixty seconds

plus flight time
all of thirty minutes

the chess board burning
the pieces melting
it is a game
that no one
will ever play again

certainly none of these kids
sitting under their desks
they know
     “duck, and cover”

no one thought much about this
could imagine it happen
forty, fifty
years ago whole
cities
   shutting down
the streets, out in
protest

even Donald will not
pronounce all the syllables
calling it
   his “N word”

the slightest nudge
and the species, scared
shits we are
       went total
hair trigger
                  whereupon complete first
strike
went total retaliation

you evaporate me
I evaporate you

that’s the bargain, that’s
the deal

a winter to take us back
a hundred thousand years
nothibg
   to eat
          but each other

no more reruns of
Strangelove on You Tube
     

INVOCATION

INVOCATION

It was my optimum desire
to forward you an invocation

and tell you (in an appendix)
that you should genuinely
feel free to deploy it
as you see fit

but I was unsure
of my vocabulary, in
particular which
verb would
be the most appropriate

so desperately reluctant
to get things perchance,
breaking every
protocol, twisting
customary practice,
getting things
irredeemably wrong

especially given
our fraught and brittle
exchanges
over the years

where so hard
to judge whether
things
   between us
cold as Arctic ice
on boiling
like the magma
in massive Vesuvius

and so
   I left it to you who or
what
best in this context
to invoke

whilst I felt caught between
the wish that
      in all aspects
you might “glow”, or
there again “sparkle”

beauty of rich sunset
     versus diamond string
of stars

unless
     best do both

         or best, neither

as the days shorten
and never
         grows real

I will invoke the gods and
the Universe itself

to ask, as last best gift,
some light might find you.

OVID

OVID

the pompous Patriots
scoreless
at half time

Seattle (smart city)
with their
blitzkrieg football
acing it
in our own
back yard

meanwhile
between Oz and Kansas
the corn still growing
as spears go, every
clutch of corn
by
rank and file
deep as a legion
tall as
a phalanx

but Empire troubled
by what it sees
out at half
time
rapping in Spanish
(language
closest to Latin)

worse, singing about
love and
community
not
fish, beer, trucks
and dogs
as quintessential
song lexicon

and preserving a
language
for the sake of
ablatives, declensions
and gender

spoke as it
are

vestal
as a virgin

from
the horse’s mouth

(the Empire that
gave us
Spartacus
also giving us Ovid)

GONE

GONE

what if I
become
a halloween
pumpkin?

what
if
before the
terror
of the abyss

I become
a pinprick
then
truly sub-
atomic

just
a probability
something
possible
but then
who knows?

in the bubble
that is
our Universe
trillions of stars
in billions
of galaxies

life
against the odds

just a freak
chance

precious, wasted
and now
big bang joke
of jokes

it happens
to have gone

BIZARRE

BIZARRE

puppet shows
are all the rage

we dance and
dance

but
deep state
billionaires

who is
pulling the strings?

two entirely different species
(if my eyes
do not deceive me)
of dead matter

and me,
despite my poverty,
still battling
to ascend to a
resplendant emptiness

compulsively driven, like
so many above me,
by abject fear
that once I dip
beneath
the surface
will lose everything

and,
in synchrony,
the clustering stars
decide
to give their vote
throw in
their support
for nemesis

turning market
marionettes ghastly
shades of bizarre

their high high realms
of office now
so suddenly
overwhelming underworld
about them

EMPTY

EMPTY

the plane is full
the plane is empty

every champagne bubble
could be its own
tiny universe

every chess match
ending in stalemate

and not
every island
is Devil’s island
not every
island has a
Devil

even the
Devil fears the advent
of pure nothingness

why
he could well be
so desperate
to rebuild, redecorate,

have
his domain
look more like Heaven