HARDON
got a hardon
hardon
of power
(because)
can bomb
anybody
am free
at
to bomb
everyone
can rewrite
your history, burn
your first draft
dig
down
suck
out
make a ton
of boodle
from these rich
resources
which you
have no
right
to have
who said
you could have?
so weak and meek
and painfully pathetic
how are
you going to stop me?
if I take
what I want
what
the law
says
is mine
my sacred, inviolable
legal right
enshrined in righteous
universal law
BEAUTIFUL
in the experiment
they setup for us
they reduced us
to balls of light
had us fly at
each other
like bullets
suddenly there it was
perfect metaphor
for
superposition
no
interference pattern .
quite
so beautiful
FOR YOUR INFORMATION
snake eyes
double slit experiment
tell me if
it is your inclination
to elect to
become a
particle
or go
with the flow, stay
open-ended
undecidable
the physics
here so bat-shit crazy
yet irrefutable
undeniable
and so
I find myself
not remembering myself
for how like Columbus
I sailed across, or
like Aphrodite
surfed
across
those one way ticket
dark waters
thinking of the choreography
underpinning the dance
of probabilities
can give me this blood
red
with iron
from the heart of a star
and every breath
a different life
a whole new universe
for your information
so many branching out
even as
we think, talk about them
co-conspirators, co-creators
of this
inconsequential thing (not
just) but
everything we are
snake eyes
twin slit experiment
something out there
dabbling in
uncertainty
taking our
precise measurements
entangled as we now most
assuredly are
IMMANENCE
oh the beauty of that innocence
pure cerulean of celestial sky
no alphabet
before algebra
so no sense and therefore
no fear of darkness, aberration,
abyss, shadow
the code
so clear, the space so
safe
no need to think ourselves
into the algorithms
of sanctity
and protection
and yet
how might abundance
love
define themselves
in the absence
of other,
without antithesis?
the sky so pure
in its blue
turning
tourmaline
the creatures mute
to our
failing, our
destined misstep
drowning in an endless,
forever
emergent wisdom
we can never
now unlearn
RODEO STYLE
who would have
thought it
from heirs
to the Enlightenment
to rogue state Goodfellas
war of the jungle?
no shit
end of sovereignty
congress, senate,
the administration
just
took a dump
on Thomas Hobbes
no good
just tearing up
the social
contract
need to stab it serial
killer with
an ice pick
need to go
chainsaw leatherface
to run
away with
that barbacue
fire
on Fort Sumter
after Fort Sumter
robber baron
the world Texas
rodeo style
LEGEND
if this were
a raw oyster
raw
meaning alive
how would you
plot to eat it
(that wickedly satirical
Dublin Dean
did
commend the bravery
of he who
first ate one)
suppose
it an octopus
(but not
the bright blue variety)
what tactics
of attack
strategy to render it
a culinary masterpiece
but what
if some tentacle which
shared
its misfortune
by getting
stuck in your tract?
revenge masterstroke
gourmet karma
unless by
the trinity, shoot
back from the dead
in Mary Shelley moment
St Frankenstein
of Assisi, lately native
of Haight-Ashbury
lover transcendental
of every genus of animal
under whose jurisdiction
what could be
beyond consideration
receptacle of life
before cuisine Holy Grail?
(MY) MORNING APHRODITE
every morning
my morning Aphrodite
does her
thing
invades my island
surfs through the coral
finds
her way
to my shore
and there
star-like of a sudden
big bang explosive
colonizes my senses
imprints her mythology
and what a raw nascita
it is brings
her to
this narrow, desert place
yet at
night
disappears
before
a word shared, touch
preferred, revelation
of beauty
but then
the near perfect
probability
that with
dawn she
will return, again
find
her way here
so
best pity
the cosmos
which lesser
by far
set
to parallel this one
darkest place imaginable
darkest
space deep
inside me
where she never
dare come, must
never appear
K2 V2
sounds
like a breakfast
cereal but
that
a fatal mistake
much suffered
in the making
and me
soaring to the summit
on the blithe
stupidity
of imagination
find myself
reading that confounding
gravity book
about missiles, and rockets
corporate death cults
and
gross turn
ot technology
needing the insanity
of language
to V2 make
its point clear
Oh there we go
something launched
between the lines
dear Thomas
from the edge of this page
solitary single page yet
just one of some
plus seven hundred
the view
so awful
from up here on a great border
where one
might trace
the edge of the world
sink
deep into summit snow
get a handle
on its ending
PLACE
in my mind
and my heart
bouncing between them
perfect poem for you
but these words slippery
customers
ducking and
diving
going off at tangents
(threatening to)
but you
with all that
gorgeous gracious gravitas
having coralled
and controlled
them
sliding them
up down
sideways and crosswise
into
place
DRONE ON
drone on
drone on
meanwhile something
is screaming
from
Orwell’s grave
buzz buzz
something is
writhing
on Airstrip One
six feet under
terrible the agony
of a realized prediction
the text
meant as satire become
seer’s prediction
the text on this headstone
rewiring itself, mutating,
changing fast
as share prices
what was once
envisaged and
received
as far-
fetched dysopia
now
in clear
death spiral, cavorting
with extinction
the demise of the rationality
to see and believe
and you
with your
unique way
with words
insisting this is the way
sole species solution
to grasp that power
we gave to the heavens
we
ascribed to the cosmos
to rebuild everything in
singular
one
supreme image
droning on
droning on
(what left of
your intelligence
at best artificial)
inside
and ouside (both)
something is screaming
from George Orwell’s grave
poems 2 die for