SUBTRACT ME

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death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

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VULGATE VERSION

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erotic, female, innuendo, irony, love, philosophical, poem, poetry, postmodern, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, woman, wordplay

VULGATE VERSION

let us not
interrogate
rather
translate

speak, teach, preach
each other
with
our tongues

and
deconstruct all presumption
if inner, deeper truth
from the
perspective of
those sweet margins

and the church of dark and
light and gorgeous surface
lead us to
altar

sacred, hallowed
place where
rose
open, unfold
all
is revealed

your text, my text
unabridged, as
vulgate version

here
where
in plenitude

our meaning begins
is shared, it ends
(note on which
it all
depends)

SIEVE

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art, death, Grecian Urn, loss, Metaphor, Nuclear, poem, poetry, thermonuclear, writing

SIEVE

here is a bowl
containing something
worth keeping

take it
lest it become
an
ash urn

for here is fire
falling

soon rising

who knows what
they have taught it
to devour

what is
in its program
what they
have determined, driven
wild with desire, it wishes
to eat

here is a bowl
take it, take it

here is a bowl
here is a sieve

IN SIN

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erotic, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, woman, wordplay

IN SIN

He was half awake the whole night
never fully asleep

wrestling with words, the right words
the wrong words, the good words, the bad words

words to put into the mouths of his
desires and his demons
and his angel suddenly
transformed, unrecognizable
different
her nails taking his skin, mouth

drinking his sweat, vampire-like in
being so suddenly
possessed by a
taste for everything inside, behind,
beneath those words
for every drop of his blood

and those eyes wild suddenly
like some kind of
shapeshifting animal

but at the heart of it all
conductor and queen of
this dark symphony
this epic revelation of
the flesh

she herself
transformed into
magician of
transformation, of the alchemy of
skin and
what lies within

of faster-
than light travel and Saint levitation

of tearing away dead words that mask
the veil of reality
until we find
the soul’s true revelation beyond
beauty, beyond sin.

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance

SAW YOU

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love, metaphysical conceit, poem, poetry, writing

SAW YOU

I saw you:
wrote a thousand poems

heard your voice:
wrote a thousand more

wrote until
no more trees

not
a sheet of paper

something so
careless and selfish
in what these
words
must say

would wish
to explore .

REPETITION

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Metaphor, metaphorical, metapoetic, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, satire

REPETITION

I see that your
safety is off

that change
is barred; you
are set
to repetition
always in
the firing position

me too
I am by Nature and
design also
creature of
repetition

see: I flick this switch
my safety is off
can select
the single
hollow-nosed
shell that can
kill you

or just let the words
self-load. Go
full automatic.

PLUMBER

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childhood, Metaphor, poem, poetry

PLUMBER

memories
came flooding

so I called
a plumber

but nothing could stop
the surge of images
from my childhood

as they swept under the bridge
rushed all the way to the sea
carrying everything before them
which is not quite
how it turned out for me

IT WAS

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communication, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry

IT WAS

it was more telepathy
than electricity

more
being in tune
totally in tune

than any
raging desire

more waiting for the Universe
to proposition us with
mutual affirmation

than any day-seizing, total surrender
that is at one
subjugation

changing the world, making
it our world
forcing it to

take our shape
since we hold it between us
in our arms

ACCORDINGLY

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Humanity, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry

ACCORDINGLY

according to the philosophers
we are all
sluts of
the safe

whores
of the real

caught between
what it tells us
(all that electricity
in our heads)

and what
the gut expects
demands as meal
(negotiated by
the art
of feel)