RELATIVE

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poem, poetry, relativity

RELATIVE

everything is relative
even death
may
be relative

with this in mind
I set about constructing an absolute
(in a rush since
already
dystopia moving
up the road)

but where to
find
in this day
and age
short of
heart’s truth

or druggy fantasy
of a dream

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DEFAULT POSITION

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poem, poetry, relativity, time, Universe

DEFAULT POSITION

clock is cake
carve it up

clock is
bandits
at angels plenty

pick them
off, carve
them
up

clock is subatomically correct
on a commercial plane
proving Einstein
was on
his game

cough it up
cough it up

see for yourself
if fast-moving cough isn’t
in fact
slower by
billionth of
a second

slow time a racehorse
fast time a snail

backwards time
how the Angels travel
(this the
holy grail)

enough paradox in this poem
to take with you to second coming
(or an early grave)

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

FINAL ROUND

FINAL ROUND

came over all
Bukowski spiritual
in a bar

sipping some concoction
could easily knock
a tank out observing

the patrons with
their not so together lives

no double-glazed world for them
only plush comfort
that of euphemism

and it’s relativity really
the abundance of alcohol
first slowing down
completely
then killing time

so little life-support apparent
and yet,
if you look closely

SIDEREAL

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poem, poetry, Universe

SIDEREAL

if I ever see
these stars again
they will have changed
will not remain

nor will I look
like I do now
anything like
I do now

my wristwatch
defunct, sent back
to the place
where time
melts

does not
remember

EINSTEIN IN NO TIME

Tags

poem, Universe

EINSTEIN (IN
NO TIME)

I have no time
got poetry
the train is
pulling out
of the station
destination infinity
working up enough
steam

so you can see through
the clouds and clouds as
we reach the clarity
of a thought
experiment
bending minds like spoons
at the speed of light.

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)

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.

KILLING ME

Tags

poem, poetry, Universe

KILLING ME

It is killing him
writing so fast
to change
the world

erasing inhumanity, injustice
and suffering
things moving so
fast it is
a blur outside

just colours, shapes and
forms flowing into each other

and this, as he loses
any sense of anything individual, sees
nothing but the complexities of pattern,
must be
he realizes

how God sees the world, and beyond
that the Universe, Himself writing
everything at blistering
speed
the speed

of evolution, of
thirteen billion years
collapsed into a second

of this moment
in my poem, his poem, whoever
is writing
whom
at this moment

strung across the fabric
of space time
stretched out
to infinity

and yet
here we all are, twenty-four frames per second.

SCREEN TIME

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#2001 #poem

SCREEN TIME

during the very last screening
of Kubrick’s Space Odyssey

we fell into
a star gate;
apes invaded
the cinema

this all in the space
of a few
minutes

relatively speaking
(give or
take an
aeon)

not far short
of ten billion years