HAIKU
he told the Universe
to sell itself
in three lines
keep it
sweet
and
short
without a
hint
of rhyme
01 Sunday Oct 2023
16 Saturday Sep 2023
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SUPREME
the air is ruthless
seething
with anger
the soil
diabolical, rock hard
implacable
they are not prepared
to listen to each other
in this
struggle for mastery
let dialogue be damned
which brings me
tiny figure ensconced
in this farm house
into
the picture
being asked
to take sides, all
offers of arbitration, re-
conciliation
swept
out of the window
for the Universe is
(am assured)
state of
contention
the cosmos is thing
of unceasing strife
and so
why should I go scribe
and try to
write this bleak philosophy
in the light
of my
small
small
humanity
my
fellow creatures for
sign
for wonder
forever yearning
enough
deep, dark conflict
to match the war
out there
in my tiny
poet’s heart
whose
meaning
odds-on, so insignificant
whose
music
at this moment
oddly
perhaps, supreme
20 Thursday Jul 2023
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INDEED
I take my spectacles off
less
nerdy now
but basically blind
the stars spangling
(inviting whole
different astrologies, myths
and cosmologies)
hard to tell as I stumble
through that celestial jigsaw
puzzle
having
lost my bearings
what is
constellation (well-
established grouping)
and what is
just blur
what is
thing
in its
own right
and what
is
in this
vast
simulation
simply
speck on huge
inter-
dimensional screen
as
I do, in
the final analysis,
suspect I must indeed myself be.
10 Monday Jul 2023
BANG (BIG)
he told the Universe
to sell the
idea of
itself
in a haiku
keep it
sweet
and
short
seventeen
syllables
three lines
the explosion of
creation
was
what
the Universe
sold him
billions of years of
constant expanding, continuous
inflation
and all
in two words
which I do
repeat for emphasis
Big Bang
Big Bang
the Universe went
the Universe is
Big Bang
12 Monday Jun 2023
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NEAR
one upon a time
though
in a sense, a crazy
scientific
sense
there is no time
before
“once”
got spoken
or written on a page
by pen long empty
fabulist
long gone
but burning rock in space
visualize that, and
how is it
for total tangent?
But that rock
began to think
convince itself it
was special
the chemistry of its being
suggesting a going places
no name
as yet for this
(smoothing itself out)
preposterous ball
priding itself
on setting in motion being
one in a million, perhaps
thousand billion
figured it would be nice
to have ocean,
above all, yes indeed!
eyes to see
followed by, God knows, perhaps
even consciousness
creatures thinking themselves
so smart
chips
off the old block
but
they would eventually leave
(ball believes
that story told, that moment
now near)
14 Sunday May 2023
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BABEL
I wonder what the sea thought
when it first
heard us
think
heard us speak in
many tongues
ask the sea itself, and sky,
why it should be
that we think
so many words bursting out
like flowers in bloom
across the globe
music, yes,
and cacophony too
not as many syllables of sound
as the stars
but strung together
we
are
the mind’s answer
to infinity
and then, the Sun,
our sometime god,
not so recently nudged
off that throne
now just
middle-rank, more
hospitable than most
as stars go
yes, Sun, Leo boy, its
you of whom I am currently thinking
so pay attention
whilst I am speaking
want to ask you
what you thought when our
planet erupted
with signs and symbols, icons
and the like
put your face on flags and
all things kingly
did you, who gave us
so much but
sometimes
threaten
to take
decipher anything there
that gave you
room for comfort
or eclipsed your dream
with an unknown despair? ,
13 Saturday May 2023
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inCLOCKWORK
came to the conclusion
just the other day
the Universe is a
wind-up toy, a kid’s
play pen
pretty basic
simulation
runs like clockwork
until there
be a glitch
and you and I
were glitch
our sex and
life together
a most
holy fuck up
we thought it would be seamless
we thought just
press “auto”
and
let it run
turn the
key in the slot
and happiness happens
not this mother of all hoo-has
disturbance in the quantum field
of cosmic, epic proportions
thing
beyond words
as is
clear
as day now
as cloudy cloudy day
from crystal,
starlit night
(so smooth
this sidereal time)
19 Wednesday Apr 2023
AEONS
was tricked into drowning
so I could spend aeons with God
diving deep
or just skimming the surface
watching
rise and fall
across the vastness
of the cosmos, the whole
of space/time
seeing the birth and death of stars
and galaxies
the origin, the middle
and the ending of man
the Universe reaching its thermodynamic thus far
and no further
and me wondering
if this is all
vision, if this is all dream
if I am just a speckle of nothing
a flashing of a neuron in
God consciousness
what is my arc and
is there completion
do I
exist and
so continue
in this great light show at all?
was tricked into
being plucked
from the water
still breathing safe
14 Friday Apr 2023
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APPROACHING MOSHAWANE
approaching Moshawane
I miss my turn off
have to
loop back
approaching Moshawane
I find before I know it
I am already there
trying to unravel the puzzle
of my arrival
suddenly I realize
I have
been here before
sometime in that before
I realized that I had realized
time
and space are
a nonsense and I have
been here
again and again
returning here
broke, disconnected
from the regular and
the established
one might view
this as a terrible fate
the doom
of repetition
but if you
appreciate a joke, have
an eye for detail, inexhaustible detail
do not believe in
heat death or
any such entropy
figure on a surprise
lingering around the corner,
a gift
laden with
irony
that might not quite be your perspective
might not be it at all
19 Sunday Mar 2023
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inCONSTANT
fuck fluctuation
without fluctuation
we would not be asking
stupid stupid why something
questions
when, gun to head, some desperate
for the nothing of that equation
fuck fluctuation
because of this the cosmos
the Stars our Sun
and me desperate to
feel myself wet
inside you
waters of life
waters of life
me moving like God
we all moving like God
across the waters
that were there
when the fluctuation
before space and time
in its infinite wisdom
thought of the joy
of life
deep deep joy
overwhelming suffering
nothing in the cosmos to
record your pain, measure
your tears
and what
through that door
marked before space and time
beyond imagination
I cannot help you there
door that takes you back
to the same door
nothing more
paradoxical than
linear belief