BIRTHDAY GIRL

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

BIRTHDAY GIRL

I do
not know her
this birthday girl

except she
seems to be
made of the
parts that
I miss, that
I never got

she is
tiny promised oasis
in this desert now
become my desert
now become
the desert that
is me

I imagine her
rising from the water,
classic boring sexual fantasy
except the water
droplets like
diamonds on
her dark dark skin

I feel
like her warmth
is my light, fire mirrored
reflected
it is such an
outrageous conceit

she is every
mystery of the Universe
reduced, brought
down to a simple equation

with her, if I were
there would
be neither subtraction
nor division

only addition
multiplication

all those Arabic numerals
in combination in collusion
producing
the perfect number
that is me and you.

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BRIDGE

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

BRIDGE

do not
intrude

go
through
that door
try to cross this
bridge

only those who
passed muster
at the border
are here
to hear

my voice
which regretfully sounds
nothing like
how you imagine

and there
closes
the door

and there, swept away, as
you are wont to find in poetry
the bridge, my
beautiful
suspension bridge

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

POETRY’S DEAD AGAIN

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poem, poetry

POETRY’S
DEAD AGAIN

poetry is
dead

and so
is the body

to be
buried
or
created

are we
going to see it
turned to ash by
last brilliant flame

or crawling with
worms, each
scanning perfectly

RENAISSANCE MAN

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female, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Universe

RENAISSANCE MAN
“Deserts of vast eternity.”
Andrew Marvell

counter-intuitive it may be
but when I walk down
the road after
hearing your voice
I feel the cosmic
pull of gravity
sense the degree to which
time is stretched and compressed
according to
relativity
and therewith every
rhythm in my body, every
beat in my heart

you
are dark as the night
the stars are set in

and so many
stars, huge
blue-white stars

and pink ones, our colour,
our sensual, together colour
greater than
the Sun, our little
almost-forgettable Sun
for brightness
and for overwhelming size

in this Universe where
our connection began
eyes, mouths first and
then
every molecule

the sonnets for her
pouring out my pen
(us just
your average run-of
-the-mill dark lady

and her
a little less than word-
worthy
Renaissance man)

THE ALIEN POEMS: ON POINT

THE ALIEN POEMS

ON POINT

what point poetry
when you have telepathy

teleportation?

what point
shabby little cyphers
squiggling their way
across a two-dimensional surface

following a
survival-of-fittest evolutionary process

that will produce
images of the pain inside
the Universe, at the
heart of every
spiral nebula

and then
the beauty, the beauty

only these scribbles turned incandescent
can capture those energies as
they fuel thought itself

STONE

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poem, poetry, Water power astrological

STONE

stone
wanted
to stay stone

but river
ran
river washed

stone got polished
stone got
cracked

you could follow
me now to
the bureau of
standards and
metrics
download the data
ascertain how
much river ran
how much
stone
got cracked
so we
might speak
with authority
establish
the facts

or you
could just look into that
smooth, beautiful semi-
precious surface

see yourself in the stone
see the light reflect

BEE-LINE

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poem, poetry, Universe

BEE-LINE
“… but just Ourselves
And Immortality.”

I thought I saw a bee
flying
to infinity
and in a race
with Ms Emily

who was in a horse-
drawn carriage or
perhaps Europa-
style on the
back of
a bull
or

between the operatic
gull-wings
of a Italian
devil,
an insane
Diabolo
of internal-
combustion power

and yet,
classic Achilles and
Tortoise, could
either
ever win

so much in this
true tableau
we
cannot tell,
must wait
and see

the picture shifting
this way
and that

so much in this
physics not
mass times
acceleration
times
what-what
(measured against
time which
we

now know
is not real

so much in the physics of
life

and of
this page

down to
conjecture, much uncertainty.

OUT

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poem, poetry, Universe

OUT

we are not what
we thought we were
not

what we assumed
surprise surprise when
we get down
to our
subatomic level

all the seething possibilities
in patterns of myth

only here we find
the absolute uncertainty
to figure
it out

NIGHT BIRD

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poem, poetry

all night lines
images words for poems
flitting through
my brain
flying past me

birds of a feather that
would not settle
nor could be tempted
with a pinch of salt

and so
I let go
hopped off to find
poetic creature
more staid and amenable

those birds
high on the horizon
mere faint fleeting specks

oh not for breadcrumbs
would they deign to remain
settle in my aviary, extend
their stay
stay for a visit

not if I stood until
Judgement Day in the
pose of the Saint
of Assisi
(corner of
Haight and Ashbury)

with the
sweetest of poetic nets
most
stylishly accurate
metaphoric weapon