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DISCLOSURE

Oh dear

we somehow ended up
in bed together

at which point
it emerged
was disclosed

we are just
not never on
the same wavelength

one is
a FM local station

the other
a set of interlinked SETI
radio satellite dishes

picking up pulsars
deep deep in
far flung space

pulsating
    at the dawn
of the time

not the loving aliens
sending us love
letters
     wanting to get
down with us

come travel light years
to be with us
     teach us

the harmony concord we desire

MIDTERM

got an ‘F minus’
for my midterms
in erotic theology

basically because
I could not wrap my
head around Harvard
Referencing System

felt there must be
some abstruse conspiracy
behind such an innovation

some dictat that it
should be so
which was communicated
from up on high

a brain so great
was not just subsumed
but swallowed whole
by terminally
expanding
    artificial intelligence

things that
     bodies, structures,
and walking dead conglomerate
corporates

find themselves determined
by the way they
believe
    instinctively and
instinctually need to be

curtailing any tendency
to
   think
out
   of the box, each
and every box

pull out
of the hat, out
of thin air; out of nowhere

SCRY

I scry
the world

through
smokey quartz

whereby
                whatever
visions I see

always
          remain guarded

steeped
            in cold blood
close to the bone

I scry the stars
through the same
dark crystal

knowing as with us
and our blue
bright planet

out in that darkness
nothing remains what it first seems
   B

ASS

listen
observe

I sense here
a mad dialectic

right wing
            left
wing

left brain right wing

not excluding
all that stuff
still left

       in the centre
       left and right of centre

talking opposing fighting
negotiating
       
                      brought to
the boil
coming to head

pain
     in the ass

virus finding the door
wide wide open

no need to burrow
drill
   right through the skull

SEE (C)

Cincinnati
cinnamon

what’s in a consonant?
what’s in a syllable?

you taste
of cinnamon

such a strong striking taste
lingering on my tongue
(and my tongue
knows lingering
         learnt it by heart
from great ancient manuscripts

I love strong flavors
tastes that linger
grow on you

down there where
as you descend
zone
   grown delicious

and there
deeper down
freshly ground

maybe I will stall
entangled in the roots
of first fatal tree

which I believe
just had to be cinnamon

here we are
      sneak a look

spell out
   all you can see (C)

BREATH

fish swam
as fishes do

because they
like to have to
kind
   of by definition

saw something bigger
swimming her way

something very unfish
too big to be fish
even ancient Megalodon

to big to be any
aquatic creature, sea mammal

thing
    with whirling propellor
yet quiet
as a mouse
       mouse in a mask
in a soundproofed house

seemed to fish
      that it needed to
take
   big breaths

so many tubes symmetrical
huge breathing tubes
would have
     to open them all
breathe
through them all

one two three four five
six sixteen
gigantic

arrayed in
pairs
all the way
down its back

its sleek
deadly back