HE WANTED TO KNOW

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Humanity, identity, mass society, poem, poetry, postmodern, quantum

HE WANTED TO KNOW

he wanted to know
where he stood

this quantum
postmodernism could
not be good

for keeping balance, feeling
on stable ground
confidence that
one might stop
and look around

not be trampled by
morning rush,
by
evening crowd,
sweeping down
the street, across
the road

from point A to B
not stream
of particles but
monstrous tsunami

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THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

AS A MOUSE

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poem, poetry, quantum

AS A MOUSE

we are dual
flesh and
spirit
wave
and particle

and you
whom I am
most particular about

you are
woman
but simultaneously

mystical, mythological
sexual creature

at once
massive as a tyrannosaur
(threatening
Cathedral-sized ecstasy)

and
tiny, humble and
utterly receptive
as a mouse

simple
house mouse

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

UP NOR DOWN

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Alien, poem, poetry, quantum, Universe

UP NOR DOWN

alien insects
wings beating
knocking
at the door

are under the floorboards
in the rafters

to totally disorientated me:
this their plan

evil mission
to confuse me forever

get me to think
this Universe mapped
and Mercator projected

is one two three four
eight dimensional
quantum infinitesimal
has neither
up
nor down

SPIN ON THINGS

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Evil, ironical/comical, poem, poetry, quantum

SPIN ON
THINGS

thank you
quantum things for
giving me such
a unique
spin

on the problem
of evil

my fear of all your
bad stuff becoming
hopelessly
entangled

with all the
equal and opposite
good stuff
of mine

EQUATION

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Consciousness, erotic, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, quantum, Schrodinger, Sexual innuendo, wordplay

EQUATION

sat next to cat
in the box
waiting on
radioactive decay

stroked her fur
to give comfort
reminding me

of when you and I
sat in a box
me stroking your fur
you dreaming of
alternate worlds, parallel
universes

time
burning the candle at both ends
at all three, four ends

me stroking your fur
wondering how to
transcribe this equation

E8

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Consciousness, cosmic, Cosmology, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, quantum, science

E8

empty sets
make the most noise

unless
they don’t

unless it’s
all in your head

meanwhile my head
was empty
and I was hoping
you would fill it

with images of you undressing in 3D
quantum theory speaks of
twin slits and collapsing wave fronts
how watching
makes it so

opens the door
to other dimensions
this thing gravity
teasing the fabric as it floats down

touching every
hair on my body

rippling the surface
of space/time

NO SPOOKY ACTION

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connection, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, quantum

NO SPOOKY ACTION

no spooky action
at a distance

such her focus on the poem
she burn right through
the very page

and, truth be told,
I do love Sun imagery

am spooked into flight by
coronas of rage
in which some
supreme power proclaims
there is no
absolute connection, cosmic
entanglement

what rules with
an iron fist from
the heart of this Universe

does not need you, will not
miss me
will live as it
has always lived
without us together
(which
could be worst,
most
incredible contradiction

narrowness of perspective
squeezed beyond belief

BETWEEN US

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analysis, poem, poetry, quantum theory, Reader, subatomic, writing

BETWEEN US

Oh you are finding it so hard to read me
finding it so hard to
judge
what lies between us, the distance
between us

perturbed by all
this white space, this void,
vacuum between
stanzas
between lines

when you condense it, measure it,
boil it all down

what substance is there?
stuff
not lighter than air?

oh, go for the subtext
read between and then
further between

there
between the carbon
atoms themselves

to that subatomic world, that quantum empire
where
nothing has
meaning

everything makes sense