TO THE CONTRARY

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absurd, poem, poetry, relativity, Universe

the Earth
is moving

the kitchen
is moving

both are moving
relative to
each other

meanwhile
down in Houston
confidence is high
this year’s Nobel Prize

will go to a human
and not to an alien

except that prize
for plays, poems, stories
which always
goes to an alien
(this being
just how things are)

meanwhile in my
corner of the cosmos
my microwave is broken
openly mocking, laughing
at me because
I lack the physics
to fix it

both of us signs
of that residual energy which once went orgasmic
before time-space and its converse
which we also
had to invent

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RUNNING OUT

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poem, poetry, relativity, time, Universe

time was running out
so I bought six sixty clocks

sat watching them the whole day
waiting for you
to arrive
at liqhtspeed

IN THE CENTRE (MR VENTER)

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poem, poetry, postmodern, poststructuralist, relativity, Universe

IN THE CENTRE
(MR VENTER)

the Universe
has no
centre

and if
it did it
would not
be
you

a poem
too
has no
centre

but point
of focus
it may
well do

and
if it does it
would have
to be you

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

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

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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)