SCRIPT

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Chaplin, film, poem, poetry, relativity

SCRIPT

forget about
running time

relativity tells us
we can
speed up
the camera

slow
it down

stalk
like a
chameleon

walk
like Chaplin

and then the credits
lest just
freeze-frame them

give us tims to
chisel all
key details
carve cleanly
into your
headstone

actor
director
producer
writer
of your script

E= MC2

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Einstein, Nuclear, poem, poetry, relativity, science, thermonuclear

E= MC2

E = end
as in justifies the means
the equals sign
looks like
a railway track
perhaps to emphasize

how linear
this equation
how many bodies will
like stacked
billions but
luckily there are
billions not to
worry about
blown apart by
the shockwave or
in the splitting of atoms breeding
an unchained ten times sun
happily (horror is
relative) instantly
incinerated

M is for mind that
thought this up
and mind, being matter,
must have mass

my brother and I were fighting this out
when I told him of my time jaunts, time
warps, body-less travelling
outside regular dimension
(maybe a singularity
caught my gist
decided to wormhole everything
back to the
beginning

pressing Albert’s button
we are going to need such thinking)

and C is the velocity at which all bets are off
where time slows to infinity and
thus you can easily reconsider
if the elimination of humanity reconciles
with defense of self

no one to fear if
they have all evaporated

and in some impenetrable wall
bunkered deep beneath the world
(hot and close to Hell)
you have safely
squared yourself

AM I?

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Humanity, identity, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, relativity, science, writing

AM I?

am I
dead

or am
I alive?

relative time:
I am
snail

the rest of
the world

is shooting
star

is hurtling past
me making
my clock
go fast

(only angels
travelling
beyond the
speed of light)

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

Tags

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

Tags

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!