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SUCH WORDS ENRICH EVERYTHING

SUCH WORDS ENRICH EVERYTHING

truffle
trifle
kerfuffle
trouble with tribbles

such words
enrich everything:
entice,
           entrap

create new worlds
and get you
locked into them

let me mathematically model
our relationship, as we
compare and contrast
ourselves to
the automobile, Lamborghini,
Ferrari, most
beloved invention
known to
man

but as car
    we go
one further: such
immaculate tuning, engine
that needs
     to run on
essential oils to
take good care of itself

where
     when it comes to ignition
nought to
     three hundred in
way less than sixty

to outdo that
you have to go F-16, F-18,
say goodbye
to Bugatti Veron

but less of this
heading towards story
of the Great Man
heading at speed
huge velocity aware from
steering clear
of that
    particular interpretation
going through the gears
sliding
   through the S bends
and shooting through the chicane

truffle
trifle
tiffle
kerfuffle
ruffle
rifle
riddle

such words empower
do their thing for you
fast feed
from a clip with
the majesty of
a Kalashnikov

as with all
things that are forever,
constantly recurring

such supreme mechanical
beauty in the endurance
of this machine
coupled with
rate of fire

SLAVOJ FEARS

SLAVOJ FEARS

Slavoj fears
the prospect of Elon
drilling deep into
our brains

like we are all
a Witwatersrand goldmine

sticking us
with a tiny chip

does everything
portal to Heaven

teeny tiny
quantum clever

but titanic screen and
monumental keyboard

who knows what tune
the future will play, how
will dance
to how we are played

MOON

MOON

only a spring recoil away
from evil in motion

truly malign action
genocidal event

for which
     technology off
on a whim serving as the
great multiplier

distance from the blood
that sticky sweet to
the touch
      never gets washed off

but what
the eye does not see

the heart can Enola Gay over
stay fuzzy, misdirected

as from over the hill
over the horizon

they send the first strike
that removes all the worry
of retaliation

and there it is
engine of war, motor
of history

carting us off over
a shameful moon

WEAVER BIRD

WEAVER BIRD

always on the farm:
flash of bright yellow
across my
      line of sight

furiously at work
building their nests

chirpy
masters of
twig engineering
       brandishing their
golden purpose

meanwhile, since we
are on the subject of
nest-building
       and things
with wings

let us observe old Nick
leaving his helo
having just be ferried

from quite distant shore
to Mediterranean ship

pausing a moment to
stroke brash steel,
sculpted aluminum

of the true
spirituality of the war machine
lover
     extraordinaire
paramour to the extreme

blowing kisses to his image
where
    reflected in such surfaces

every drop of bloodlust
contained in booklet form
in jacket
      inner pocket

there
     blueprint
              of a world gone skew

slavery redeemed
   refreshed anew

Sun
   itself

blind to the glaring ironies

so much
       to fix with

all this weaving

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