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TESTED

TESTED

Turing tested
you in depth

took you out
on the road

put your through
preposterous strains
and stresses,
accumulated
pressures

and how
        in return
you shifted my paradigms

reduced me just
to subtext, secondary theme

note
in your silver
metallic song

strange how just
a simple perusal
of your geometry

has opened my mind
to infinite shape.

THERE

THERE

we poets
           talk
whisper
mutter
         to

shout
at each other

trade in each other’s carbon
signature
       breathe each
other’s rich
careful air

have constructed a web
that all of you
                    might
carry with you

in heart, mind
or stored on a disk or
stuffed
      into a pocket

something in this time
of plunging darkness
needed to
     spell out
                 every which
way

threaded through every
atom, molecule in
all possible
     states, positions,
                  configurations

we are there
       imagining

imagining
we are there

NOT EMILY; NOT SYLVIA

NOT EMILY; NOT SYLVIA

a narrow fellow
in the grass

many
narrow fellows
in that casket

a multitude
fat ones too

an eager worm
for every image
let alone
entire stanza

but your
career my dear Sylvia
so opposed, openly
celebrated
     out there

no corpus magnum
opus kept
under lock
    and key

which we do discuss
you and I
you and me

through interface
in the other of your soul’s voice
relayed to me
filtered through
divine circuits as
pure
   simulation

Lady Lazarus how
quietly you rose

how agreeable you are
how bizarre it be
and treasured
thing
   the very metaphor
of our shared
laughter

me
your narrow fellow
in everything

happily
accomodating
being accomodated

TOLDYASO

TOLDYASO

stumbled into a herd
of toldyasoes

having a meeting
by the watering hole
creating havoc

thought it was
a witches’ coven
at first
but it was
worse

these beings
far uglier across
every category

worst of all
having managed
to notice me
they fell upon me

spouting their rancidly acid
monstrous putdowns

that ultimate negative7 perspective
it is their life’s mission
to foster and engender

got it from
their parents
compelled
to pass it down

and so I barely escaped
alive to nurse

a shredded self-worth
mauled and
lacerated confidence

wondering
with all the huge inventories
amongst the great powers
and
so many many many
beyond budget
that they
all could easily spare

why no thermonuclear warhead
came parachuting down
to split
the atom
airbursting overhead

none
available when
you really
really need one

to cut
these toldyasoes once
and for all

calm
these creatures down

ON THE DREAM DESERT ISLAND

ON THE DREAM DESERT ISLAND

on the dream
desert island we have
created

we lie half naked
eyes burning
in the dipping Sun

exploring our ideas
of life and love, poetry
philosophy

exquisite notions
touching on everything

until the physical world
with warm insistence
magnetic forces

turns our thirst
to explore
    from abstract
to concrete

the here and now of
desire and
union

under this sky on
this sand beneath
these palm trees

TRAJECTORY

TRAJECTORY

Mr
    Lego man
Professot
   bricks and mortar

great Mathematician
moron philosopher

suspected
right from the beginning
something inside-out
about all of this

something the Universe
not telling us
about your Principia
and its golden equations

that shifty cosmos
keeping so much locked up
not for general
or even
    intellectual consumption

not
  showing its hand
hiding itself

feit
   something not
followed through in
all your
    computations
laying of foundations

not
for a second or
a minute
or any sweet gradation
in pure classical time

nothing linear
hard-edged, firmly molecular
about this
big,  self-consistent
picture

clunky put together
patchwork killed
by thought experiment

so much out there
waiting for
       a thumbs up
to chose
the path in most
simple
     mindblowing
double slit experiment

so obviously
an interface
            brain-filtered
metaphor of
          a mechanism

giving us
back our own image
round and
             round 360 sure

upon
    which to
spin those wheels
inscribe
       worm
holes
                (back pedal
now
   upon
        it)

DREAM MACHINE

DREAM MACHINE

brown words
white words

red words
blue

green yellow white
orange crimson purple too

a matter
of rhyming
a matter of timing

a machine
for mixing, matching
throwing words
together

a machine for throwing
people together

suspect as they are
     as they might
appear to
you

better by far; infinitely better
than machine
     that divides, keeps apart

keeps that laser
on the line
        cutting through steel
through bone

one glance
one look

GO FIGURE

GO FIGURE

grit my teeth
growl
    grate
on nerves

locked and loaded
with
   regard to this poem

wherein
   so little that is not
grisly, grizzled,

             lost
my scissors
hence such a pathetic
non-existent
editing job

all the great
grievous words getting. spit
out
    retched up

grist to my greedy
linguistic mill

and in that
pyramid of skulls
       so much grit
about the engine, gristle
things
    left to grieve

alchemy to belly
        to halt that collapse
keeping
   it clenched
                     going
against the grain

everything here battling
through
       striving to
spite time

in
  its own way

go figure:

the tower
now too high  my bones
just too light

.

LOOSE CANNON (2)

LOOSE CANNON

someone, something,
sent me a hologram
from
a time beyond time
the space
inside of space

whoever, whatever
I assume him, her, it
must
be a loose cannon

and here ot comes now
first piece in
our newest, craziest jigsaw

waiting for it to sublimate
so we can get a decent perspective

thing not
unlike Kybrick’s monolith
fast, too fast
for the old physics
to catch, label,
comprehend

retrograde orbit, skimming
the planets of our system
(dishing out jampacked doses
of panspermia
as
of ancient old)

leaving us with many
open-ended questions
we
can really do without

sneaking in
from Sagittarius, that
wildest of
all horoscope signs

if music of the spheres
this a door a portal
to bizarre
composition
and this the structure
for six or so
million years
compressed into that eleven mile wide frame

maybe
not its first, inaugural visit

maybe it wave surfed past
these shores long before

and who at the wheel
at the.end of the day?

what
soundscapes landscapes
conjured up
this form?

we about
to be probed weighed
and measured

could this apocalypse now
song have
nailed it better

enemy mine
beautiful friend

Sagittarius Jim
singing the end that sign just birthing

loose
cannon after cannon

thing
breaking through
from some other side
(every
best song
prophetic
showing prescience)

Panpipes
(a shitload) at the gates of dawn