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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QUITE

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poem, poetry

QUITE

“I haven’t quite let him die.”
Charles Bukowski “Bluebird”

sometimes the light is so sharp
you can run your finger along the edge

I have longed for that light
across my wrist, testing my jugular

sometimes I fear poetry
is just a synonym for emptiness

maybe it
was always so

Shakespeare staring at a blank page
and then that sharp light in
a mirror, in a prism

we watch
still mesmerized, will never
forget those words

Shakespeare now the three-legged
creature in the Sphinx’s riddle
walking across
the barren, empty stage
in the wings

a crown, a lute, a sword:
some old props inadvertently left lying

ROLL

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poem, poetry, power

ROLL

I did not know
countries could become
unhinged

their doors could
fall off, they shed
their wings in
some weird reverse
evolution, better
try devolution, revolution

for the speech is slurred, the
eyes — the eyes — they

are on a roll
on a roll

swimming in
the Kool Aid

so much lucre to
ship to the bank as
the sky
goes god-
acid

splits
in two
the stars
go fireball

the stripes
break
in two.

SQUARE ROOT

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poem, poetry, science fiction, Universe

SQUARE ROOT

in the shadows
no one sees me

they have to
second guess

and the monsters
if they scream when I
write their bloody end

no one hears them
in space

no one can hear
your horror cliches

let the cell do its thing
split, divorce,
contest
best space

to do what best
biological beings speak
of being fruitful, multiplying

and what
is monster
but the Universe, Nature
at its most
feminine (you say), at
its come-check-it-out-yourself-Job
most creative

monster devouring
monster
ad infinitum
(give or take a
square root
or two)

this is the picture, my mosaic at best
constantly changing, amending itself

asking, demanding
you

second guess

SEVEN/SEVEN

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poem, poetry, Universe

SEVEN/SEVEN

I imagine my death
will predate
the death
of the Universe

I can watch from
the dust of my grave
as the stars all wind down

hardly a ringside seat
in a giant planetarium

but there again
in that great heat death

the seats will
probably melt, the
compere shy away.

ENTROPY

entropy
entro
py

the third law of
thermodynamics says
that it is
in the nature of
ordered
systems

(stop for a
moment to
feel,
really feel
my chaos)

to
break down

TOOK A WALK

took a
walk by the
old high school

rusty railings
tired stone

the bare bones
of a
learning place
(the world
short some screws
in need of
a coat
of paint

leaf green or
sky
blue
will do)