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CAUGHT

CAUGHT

caught you
doubling down
on your duality

morning you were
totally Borgia
evening much
more Magdalene

which
as wave
as particle
      have to calculate
your mass
determine your path

in terms of all tbat is
you are entangled with

in
   the entire cosmic
catalogue

for better
or for worse

and perhaps much worse

MAKE DO

MAKE DO

I slipped you
a tube of brutality

that you might
better acclimatize to
accommodate
the world

but hard as you tried
with vices and pliers
cutters and torches

you could
make no headway
getting the good
stuff out

and so, as agreed,
with ran
    with plan b
reverted to kindness
and the pursuit
of sainthood

not what
we had hoped for,
but
   it allowed you
you make do.

OBSERVE

OBSERVE

watch this poem
change on you

transform
before your very eyes

splitting
     of pathways, sliding
doors

two
    complete readings
whole new universes
brought into
being

in one
it goes Schrodinger
and the poor little cat
goes completely
zombie
    uncertain whether
when box
is open
it
   lives or
dies; is dead
          or alive

in another
it goes Oppenheimer
heads out
       to New Mexico
wipes

out
half
       of Japan

saw the film; he’s the man

and here you are
in state of
                 superposition

I have
never been super anything

neither
          in faith, nor reason

watch this poem watch
us both observe

LIGHTS!

LIGHTS!

lights!, lights!,

we are
   immersed in darkness
cannot find our
our way about
the stage

see if we are
    in a tragedy or
a history play

in a love scene
or a whole act
of battle

though we appear to
be falling down everywhere
slipping in what
feels like
      smells like
blood

prudence
tells us it could well
be the latter

or it’s all just
comic, absurd, existential, meta

whole world as stage
       and we imprisoned
in a
brutal metaphor

lights!

          lights!

AFTER THE RAINS

AFTER THE RAINS

after the rains
the grass grew high everywhere

swamped the farm gate so
you can barely see it from the road

which is
frankly reassuring

helps me to feel
I am adequately camouflaged

as I coil up on the bed
communing with my snake self

at peace and in contempt
of all those
evil men of the North

desperately insecure in
their hemisphere of rage, fundamental
scheme of violence

with their drones and devices
submarine delivered nukes and
uranium depleted
ammunition
at the core
of their true being

oh good seed bad seed
such vagaries in our condition

spread thoughout the cosmos
I might believe
zero
to infinity

yes and now your hear me
how could not find me out, search
hard
for me

feeling that the rains the mounting grass
will hide me, save me

in the lack of all basic state
of the art
otherworldly surveillance
and, of course, deterrence

secret
serpent can sleep
at least

DEVIL IN THE DORITOS


DEVIL IN THE DORITOS

the chips
I am eating are
flaming hot
off the scale as
regards their
Scoville rrating

each chip not a chip
as much as shot
of concentrated flame,
chemical fire
   calculated to build
up to a spike
and then
   the endophins come
floating
first in a dribble and
then
    in a stream, a tide of
feel good
a one with the Universe
though a
   furnace is raging

you in the Himalayas, up
on Everest
     about to summit K2

on every psychadelic music
record cover
            a picture of nirvana
(state, not
Seattle grunge band)

and redeemed by the fire,
purged by the near
nuclear
    (thing built
by Oppenheimer there in
New Mexico) a

picture of you