LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS

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2001, A Space Odyssey, Consciousness, cosmic, death, future, Moon, Nietzsche, poem, poetry, Space

LIKE NOBODY’S BUSINESS

If was in the future
far into the future

I was giving a lecture
on The Moon

talking of the great symbols
of our collective cosmic consciousness

whilst you sat there
steeped in thoughts of death,
thinking of an ancient film

set on this very Moon
where Nietzschean superman
taps into alien presence, alien energies
is lifted out of sad species nihilism

but I
never having seen this film
kept spouting away

something
about the low gravity of this place

time here, I suppose,
moving slightly faster

ideas bouncing around
like nobody’s business

and our blue-brown
on its last legs sickly planet
at least with an
atmosphere however toxic
that might be

how long for that to remain
at the heart of these symbols, be
the fount of all our meanings

this barren, naked Moon
chaste female goddess
queen of
all unconscious mystery

enough
of a home for me.

HOW ON EARTH

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Einstein, erotic, love, poem, poetry, relativity

HOW ON EARTH

I’m really
angry with you
Albert Einstein

you special relativity
got me so
convoluted

not knowing my
roentgens from my
dithyrambs

if I am
inside
or
outside

forwards or backwards
vertical or lateral
heading
up
or heading down

so, how on Earth (gravity
of my situation)
— and here
you must
help me

your cosmology tutor me
can I hope to
please a
woman

this woman
currently aligned in
spacetime so obviously
relative to me

if not fully and completely
at least relatively — that’s all!

LAST TIME

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erotic, physics, poem, poetry, quantum theory, time

LAST TIME

let me
bend time

afford me
the luxury
of bending time

lie here
with you

turning that sucker
into a
boomerang
a banana

see we got the parts
like Lego
they fit together

we can time machine
the hell outa here

bending time
forwards and backwards
backwards and
forwards

perpetual motion
infinite elasticity

just as it was

the last
time

just as it was
right at the beginning
(the laws of physics
space
and gravity
not yet
finding themselves

exactly how
they fit together)

CREAM OF MUSHROOM

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poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, relativity, surreal, Universe

CREAM OF MUSHROOM

how can a cloud
be full
of mushrooms?

this I asked German Albert
as he scribbled away
runnng through
chalk
after chalk

it was something the Mad Hatter
said about time and velocity
that got the dormouse
dreaming of
teapots in space

and it’s all very well
and good lounging
in a rail car in the
middle of the forest

the trees so nervous
that if conflict be music
you will
get the piece wrong

I too
hate losing arguments where

one’s stereotype gets besmirched
and one has
to surrender territory

all those poor slaves
in the colony
you promised
to lead
to God

but now I am
so covered in chalk-dust
I look like a
ghost and
yet still have
to prove my point

and now
(how did
this happen
so brutal, tribal
an alchemy)

the dust has shaded
white to red
every little
counter
argument
opposing thought

liquid now
flowing freely where
first
dripping down

LEATHER

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poem, poetry, relativity, time

LEATHER

may
drift like sand
may
float
like
feather

but time
is hard

time
is leather

cloud and comet
falling at
exactly the
same
speed

exactly the
same velocity

but cloud is to comet is to
time

all just a matter
silk and
leather

of
focus
and
lens

of
relativity

SLICK

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comic, Creation, Light, loneliness, metapoetic, Mirror, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, science, Stars, Universe, wordplay, writing

SLICK

in a galaxy
far, far away

another you reading
another me
writing

bored
out of
our tiny minds

it’s something to do
with parsecs and
light-speed

alternate universes and
the mathematical possibility
of mirrors
that this
drab little poem
has garnered the status
of cosmic joke
slick
as a
Cheshire
cat’s mind

LESSON

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BREXIT, Britain, British, Einstein, Ending, Intellectual, loss, philosophical, poem, poetry, Shakespeare

LESSON

it started as gut feeling
then intellectual exercise:
draw ever narrowing circles

on this same blackboard
where the dust itself
magically transposed
into telescope looking
into ever-expanding galaxy

into tiny equation
that said everything

how human being is
light might
be turned to fire

no one reads those blackboards now
the world they were portal into
simply run out of everything
except billboard idea

the change so fast
that dust so volatile

a country that has wished
the worst days upon itself
rushing towards
its gorgeous nemesis
like a meteor

let me
try the virtue of patience
staring deep into
that chalk

iconic chalk you
might
add in, your fivepence worth
wishing to caricature

once there wax Empire, for all its deep sin,
this place concentric, its thinking radial

now nothing crosses
to these shores, we have made
ourselves taboo, insufferably precious

that poet whose words they wrote in chalk:
now there was a lesson!

INTERLOCK

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Beauty, Desire, erotic, female, innuendo, Language, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophy, poem, poetry, poststructuralist, relativity, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, woman, wordplay, writing

INTERLOCK

let me walk you
through the procedure

no need to run
we can go so
so slowly
watch the snails
zoom past at
relative speed

no need to
use that hard Newtonian
word “velocity”
later physics Newtonian
notions of freedom,
friction and resistance
opposite and
opposing forces
will all have
their place
all have their say

speaking of which
let me talk you
through everything
devise a poetry of
delay and deferral
to celebrate
every centimeter
indulge (in measure imperial)
every square
inch of your body

I say inch, but I am of course,
measuring in circles, and ellipses
and one-sided Möbius strips
that perfectly interlock

LIGHT SPEED

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lightspeed, loss, poem, poetry, relativity, Separation

LIGHT SPEED

you left me
disappeared faster
than Sunday morning

came back
years later, acting
as if
nothing has changed,
things still
the same

wherever you
escaped to

must have
reached there
at light speed

PUNCHLINE

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black hole, cosmic, Parallel universe, poem, poetry, singularity, wormhole

PUNCHLINE

crushed
like a beetle

popped
like a balloon

something is out there
creating fissures, holes
in space-time

tiny perforations
in the fabric of the Universe
so that they might
ascend the dais
speak the
singular truth of
their wormholing from
one
to another
parallel reality

whilst you and I
sink into that swirl, disappear
from view totally beyond
the event horizon

take a selfie of yourself, photoshop
your identity out
of this predicament

the darkness laughing at us
we are
joke’s punchline