AIN’T NO EINSTEIN

you ain’t no
Einstein but
you can stretch
to know me
hold me

that crazy clock
in your back pocket
performing a sexy hand
puppet show

to laugh at the speed
with which we are moving

LET ME DRINK THE WINE

let me
drink some wine

whilst negotiating with
time

am not traveling any
faster than you
relatively speaking

so
we with stay
more or less the same
measuring
time of reading
against time
of writing

you will not
have aged impossibly
in the time it took
to write this poem

ALBERT

Albert
the professors who
called your
theory
more art than
actual physics

are crying because the
students have
set fire to
the university

sadly, their tears are
not flowing strong
enough

to put out
the flames

DO NOT LOOK FOR ME

do not look for me
where just
a moment ago
I was sitting, we
were sitting

the seat is
empty, I am
long gone

there is no
forwarding address
since I am not
moving forward

in this sphere
all movement is illusion,
fiction

here is the
absolute relativity in
which time
does not exist at all

TO MYSELF THINKING

I was
thinking fast snake
-style

thinking faster
than cobra
than mamba
way faster

was thinking
faster than light speed fast
so in time
the Universe
went backwards

so had to
go slow to allow
for catch-up
think slower
than glass
dripping

slower than on life
support one
breath a century

slower
than patience, the
revolution of
kindness

than the mind
of confessional
poetry
emptying
its handbag.

IN MY HEAD

IN MY HEAD

in my head
a thought experiment
at the beach

tangentially
involving you
coz you
is
also Pisces

but not the experiment
where I
imagine you
naked

no the one
where you and me
and Einstein
are surfing
close to
the speed of light

and there comes Stephen Hawking
to overtake us

no
at even
the thought of
that high speed
minds distort

no you and me
and Einstein
rode a shark

no you and me and the shark
ride Einstein, or
even ride a whale

all that gravity
crushing us together
driving
us apart

so close to the speed of light
the Earth turns
backwards, goes
nursery rhyme

and the
dish and spoon
(satellite dish and you-me spooning)

so fast now we
have trimmed off
all the fat
are down
to the bone and
as we surf that
wave
become that wave

Einstein and Hawking
paddling out to meet us

STEEPLE DIET

steeple
is our
staple diet

the churches
targeting Mars
targeting Proxima Centauri

will need
to fold space

all its dimensions
flat as a Bible

as that unleavened, desert bread
the soul thrives on

BEING MY MEDITATION ON SEXUAL RELATIVITY

time moves
fast slow

in inverse proportion to
how fast you are going

and you are
moving pretty fast

my tree has lost all its leaves
grown
new branches

as trees go
we are moving with
each other, relative
to each other

trunk
to trunk

WHAT WE TOLD THE ALIEN DELEGATION

WHAT WE TOLD THE ALIEN DELEGATION

we keep
our sacred image
in a box

called
“paradox”

it has
no

lid

DOWN

In
a dark moment

I wrote
so dour

a crack appeared in the ceiling
grew to
the size of
a crevasse

and there I was
plunging head first
into that canyon

realizing
in blackness of deep space there
is neither up
nor down.