QUANTUM LOVER (LOST FOR WORDS)

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poem, poetry, quantum, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

QUANTUM LOVER (LOST
FOR WORDS)

the quantum lover
appreciates entanglement
will never
diss or
dismiss it
just refuses to let himself
get overruled

his best (naturally)
is
twin slit experiment
(am I the
wave
are
you
the particle?

so dark in here, and unforgivably Platonic,
let’s shed
some light on the matter
go
Aristophanes

moments like this
hopping back and
forth
between metaphor
and synecdoche

your mouth open, making sounds consonant,
you got the rhythm, the rhythm
the rhythm

just
with all this practice versus theory
and sweet implementation

a trifle, a smidgen, a little iota of
all the small, small synonyms
in my thesaurus

lost for words

FORGET WHAT YOU HEARD

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digital, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, wordplay

FORGET WHAT YOU HEARD

forget what you
heard about
quantum entanglement

our connection
could be broken
at any moment

though, yes, this poem
is indeed metaphysical
it lacks those sixteenth
and seventeenth century
crazy conceits

that speak metaphorically
of lovers linked
like centre-
point and
circumference

as if you, and I,
and the Universe itself
had a centre

where fortune
turned digital
can flash before your eye
faster, fleeter, than
the eye can capture it

ever
hope
of capturing it

sometime, somewhere:
distant galaxy or
billion years into the future

they may
take a snapshot of the Universe
that preserves things
as they are

you and I
here in this poem, in
a best moment

nothing more serious than
passing acquaintance
as things stand

subject to
the aforementioned

calamitously inconvenient
electronic separation

SIMPLE

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poem, poetry, science, stephen Hawking

SIMPLE

chatted to Stephen Hawking
we sat

in Newton’s orchard
under his apple tree

and I was
somewhat concerned
about the risk
of falling fruit
and how
to calculate
their impact velocity

or if even a black hole
could swallow me whole
worming its
way out of this big red
apple I had
secretly stolen

something
clearly needs
to hit me on, whack
me about
the head

or no hope for my starting
a new
scientific revolution

so much
space rock out there
wouldn’t need
such a large one
to pop by
do the honours

and then
how well might I read
the text of the Universe
understand
everything
it says

the mind so elastic
it could fold
space, dissolve
distance

make light seconds
of lightyears

no question too complex
for me to simply explain.

DARK

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light v dark, love, poem, poetry, quantum, sexual symbolism, wordplay

DARK

we made love
despite the dark forces

because of
the dark forces

we became
the dark forces

(we are
reverse polarities
as electromagnetism goes)

became the
very forces
we
resisted

sometimes when
we are together, quantum
entangled,
it’s hard to tell
the light
from the dark

CAFE SANS OLE

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apocalyptic, Chaos, Consciousness, Creation, Creativity, death, Desire, Ending, Global warming, History, Humanity, identity, Light, loss, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, mythology, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, Poet, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, Reader, spiritual, Truth, Universe, value

CAFE SANS OLE

we drank tea
swopped mythologies
shared
what we could
across the table

noting up close
and personal
though our
toes once
did touch

perhaps forever destined
to look at each other
from opposite sides
two
parts of
a Hegelian dialectic
an
unwinnable chess game

on occasion we would
take a Hellenistic turn
explore the logos, and all its
vaunted -ologies

but try as we might
there was no
undoing of the done
nor the shutting out
of the looming demolition of the world
as pure hypothesis, abstract indulgence,
speculative fantasy

wistfully,
you did ask
(a note somewhat
off -key) whether
star is
etymologically embedded
in disaster

our contribution to the atmosphere
already heavy
already
all the barometers sensing
a downturn
towards the existentially fraught,
cosmically absurd

as if
the spirit of the place
feasting upon the dystopia
and apocalypse
in our eyes

or perhaps
just sipping, hellcat licking

hard to avoid this
since we speak as we write
act as
we are written

reaching the boundary, singularity,
event horizon of our characters

about to strip
and consume matter with

the weight
of our gravity

where once we might explode like a
Supernova, all light revolutionary

the last word
of our physics will
be very
dark I fear

***

and so,
talking of endings

here we are
already

quite beyond ourselves
our narrative
thread lost

two creatures
worth forgetting

Oh were
this meeting, this cafe
metaphor of something
greater than
fear of finality
of
endgame and
nihilistic creator

not
something you might show
up on a Sky Sports screen

(ending
of everything Plato
every
last Olympian dream)

BOOM BOHM

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Dalai Lana, Desmond Tutu, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, quantum, spiritual

BOOM BOHM

boom
boom
Bohm

the young Dalai Lama
sitting with his
friend Heinrich

has many moves
to make before
he meets
the black archbishop

and they play
the game of
what the
soul must love

the game
has not
yet begun

it is
already over

everything is
just a replay
of all that was
previously recorded

just
find
the switch
turn the dial

find the frequency marked
“wholeness of things”

THE QUANTUM POEMS

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philosophical, poem, poetry, quantum theory, science, wordplay, writing

THE QUANTUM POEMS

POWER OF TWO

I love your
electromagnetic radiation

have myself booked
for a session or two

am down
with that black box stuff
and quantum box
(one with
the cat in it)

anything hot
that’s going to radiate me

not involving
speed
of light

to
the power of two

****

COPENHAGEN

cat is
enough of
a paradox

without Bohr
or Schrodinger

I have two
make and female
yet almost duplicates
of each other

they look at me blankly
when I regale them of tales
of a lover who
was practically a
dead ringer for
Danish supermodel
Helena Christensen

but that’s
in the Copenhagen version
not the
multiverse theory

in which
I read my cats this poem
and simply bore them to tears

****

RE-RUN

Nature is
a mirror

in which
you become
what you
see

because of
belief in
the very idea
of mirror

this Nature herself
told me
behind
one
way glass

at the time
so
if clothed or
naked in
the nature
of her discourse

I couldn’t really say
couldn’t really tell.

****

CRAZY IDEA

everything is alive
even the
dead
are alive:

who in their right mind
would give you
such an idea?

perhaps
you meant
just motion

yes, let’s just
backtrack, reach
for compromise

next you will say
this poem
isn’t just words
in digital space or
on piece of paper

that somehow
it’s alive, has
life and
human feeling

what on Earth, on Earth,
would give you
such a crazy idea?

****

POWER OF TWO

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identity, innuendo, love, poem, poetry, quantum, relativity, science, Sexual, thermonuclear

POWER OF TWO

I love your
electromagnetic radiation

have myself booked
for a session or two

am down
with that black box stuff
and quantum box
(one with
the cat in it)

anything hot
that’s going to radiate me

not involving
speed
of light

to
the power of two

COPENHAGEN

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Bohr, Helena Christensen, poem, poetry, quantum, Schrodinger

COPENHAGEN

cat is
enough of
a paradox

without Bohr
or Schrodinger

I have two
make and female
yet almost duplicates
of each other

they look at me blankly
when I regale them of tales
of a lover who
was practically a
dead ringer for
Danish supermodel
Helena Christensen

but that’s
in the Copenhagen version
not the
multiverse theory

in which
I read my cats this poem
and simply bore them to tears

THE STARS

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Cosmology, Humanity, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, Stars, theology

THE STARS

always the same paranoia
that the sky might fall

humanity
screams so loud
the Universe shatters
like fine porcelain

so
I
look to the stars
to see
what I can see

see that some vaulted
as if in imitation
of some cathedral

observe them twinkle
hard to believe there
is not a message
there
or something

hard to believe
they should be objects
of such fear.

****
so you
listened to the stars

and yet
heard nothing

nothing and yet
I see from
these images how
your imagination
went wildfire

summoned objects of
deep familiarity and
yet such strangeness
out of that
vestry, that repertoire

images to
terrify
the mind
delight the very soul

turn us
upside down
inside out
stretch us to
the limits of
faith and belief

****
she told me
she reached out
touched a star once

did not grasp it, grab it
pull it down

nothing so
Faustian in any
bargain with that power

I touched her
looking for
the star inside her

asked her
if love
and desire were
things cosmic
and if cosmic
then pre-determined
perfectly symmetrical

told her
I had once deeply loved
a creature unsymmetrical
her eyes
slightly at odds
but her breasts
perfect
more perfect breasts
in the galaxy could
not possibility exist

she told me
my mind
worked like
that of Aquinas
but in the crassest
way possible

so I think
of what she said
am
haunted by
what she said

cannot sleep
can only think

feel
totally eclipsed

****

make way
for the stars

make way
make way

we read them
heard the sad tale
of their
final demise

and with it
our departure too

once they were
pure thought, abstract conception
in medieval scholasticism
just a
governing principle
a point of origin

and now
in quantum cosmology
how so
absolutely different

whose children
born of you
creatures of your furnace fire
subject to your great gravity
possessed of
your will, your dream, your
imagination

born to
in our own teeny-tiny
explosive biological moment

have not
heard the best

or worst

in what
you say, have said
still have
yet to say