DARKNESS APPERTAINS

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poem, poetry, Universe

DARKNESS APPERTAINS

darkness appertains
it is still stapled
to the very first page
hitching a ride on
Einstein’s light-beam
to the first “let be”

letting not a single
black hole singularity
deflect that
trajectory
to infinity

and so
snake-like but
not quite it
punctuates the rest

adding the slithery vital
subtext

without which
no sense

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CHEMISTRY

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female, male, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Water power astrological

we have
such good chemistry

we bond, attach, react, dissolve
once we have started
there is no stopping us

our dealings are the hot exchanges
in the stars
after which we float
through space
as plasma and gases, iridescent,
beautifully spent

twin galaxies wrapped together
spiral arm around
spiral arm

and the
nuclear physics of our love-making
enough with
a single touch
to light
a city
or set it alight

the way we fuse, like sodium and
chlorine do when I taste the
sweet salt of your body
or hydrogen
falling into oxygen’s
inescapable embrace
(creature of air bubbling through
this creature
of water)

we have
chemistry
are chemistry is
this ongoing
life-love process

beyond which however having
found each other, we
decay beyond our
half-lives
simply
evaporate — are

beautiful chemistry, text-
book chemistry

but beyond this
love laboratory
are nothing
immutable

are
(sadly) no
thing at all

HOME

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poem, poetry, science fiction, Universe

HOME

so what are you expecting
another world?

you want to
climb into a metaphor
and be transported
or not
see the metaphor at all
just walk through a door
that you may or
may not have
noticed before

which gives on a new world
where the rules are so different
where the pull
of gravity, the smell
of the air
are not quite the same

and there you are: another world
on a planet where
all has been discovered
where there are no
new continents, where
the only strangeness are
those strange short
World Wide Web videos
about alternate universes, quantum
possibilities and
other dimensions

there you are
and here we are
at the end of the poem:
time to return home

IN THE MOMENT

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Universe

IN THE MOMENT

the poetry editors
love this
poetry in
the moment
the words capturing the
sparkle, electric
flash of thought

but poetry can
exist outside
the moment

need nor pretend to
see itself at
point of creation

but can exist
relativistically speaking

outside the confines
of space and time
warping

the very
fabric
of space-time

TO LOVE-NEGOTIATE

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female, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, sexual symbolism

my muse
taught me creativity,
the writing of poetry

and so, by way of reciprocity,
I taught her to
twirl on a dime
and make love

perhaps, though,
as I debate issues of
use and exchange value,
ego grandiosity

it was not like
that exactly
more

the other way
round

or perhaps this is all a conceit,
a fiction, pure
poetic licence

that we never met, co-existed, taught
each other anything

perhaps
there is no poem to begin with

just a box of
unused words

odds being that
(despite the odds) I somehow
picked up poetry

lay
in bed late at night though
unable to write

or even gather my resources,
summon the enthusiasm
to teach myself love-making
go auto-didact
my muse
having much more
on her plate elsewhere

poets and poetry more accomplished
to love-negotiate

READING YOUR (GREAT) POEM

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poem, poetry, Universe, Water power astrological

READING YOUR (GREAT) POEM

was reading all innocent
until the sky darkened
curtains closed
you had lured me in

and there I was
aquatic equivalent of
the deer in headlights
unable to do
anything to enjoy

the hook

in my mouth as
I bit down

and then
how you were playing me

using my strength
against me

until there I was
gasping for breath (your
poem pure
oxygen)

you smiling to yourself (I
must imagine)
at how
you reeled me in

I READ YOUR POEM

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poem, poetry, Universe

I READ YOUR POEM

I read your poem
like a goldfish looking
out from its bowl

everything in your world
so strange, uneasily shifting
yet, I suppose,
on its own terms needing
no second-guessing,
richly convincing

not the glass-
distorted curved
space that
I see
(sometimes the focus
almost on my
bowl itself
sometimes stretched out
to infinity)

little fish that I am
I have had my dreams
since small fry of
expanding my universe to
that of great white shark

though me and
my
tiny sea

have not travelled far, few countries visited
few worlds explored
— such a sad
self-
limiting fact

unless we include (and why not include)
all those trips, those horrendous swims
straight through the
ragged-toothed jaws
of Hell
and back.

CREATION

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poem, poetry, Universe

CREATION

creation
is empty

creation
is cold

creation takes dissolves, mutates
creation waits
millennia to cool

show what
was born of
starlight in
star-fire

AM

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poem, poetry

AM
“there is nothing
outside the text”
Jacques Derrida

up the stairs
down the stairs

neither
ascending nor
descending
I just
am

in an ambulance
in a jam

neither forward, backward
stuck or stationary

no time
for wordplay
I just am

HANDIWORK

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poem, poetry, Universe

HANDIWORK

I was brainstorming the Universe
and the Universe
was brainstorming me too

somewhere it grew impossible to separate
who was creating and who
was devouring

so much perfect
bloody dovetailing
going on
it was a pity no one, nothing
in all that empty vastness
there to see
our handiwork.