SECOND OPINION

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poem, poetry, Universe

SECOND
OPINION

I went from
pillar to
post

from
sage to
sage

for a
second opinion

when one
took me
into her
confidence

whispered suggestively
that the Universe was
really just
a computer
simulation

some monkey
there
in her
bedroom just
banging away.

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BLUE PILL

I took the blue pill
followed by
another blue pill
to be on the safe side

immediately a
scrumptious soft sofa
almost swallowed me
(marshmallow fallow,
cumulus cloud)

and there and then
the flat screens came, hologrammed
in from nowhere, pure
plasma TV
dangling
from the ceiling

zillions of channels all (thank God)
not quite the same

and so I wondered
(following the Schrodinger cat
in me)
whether it
would be Mars rusty desert
I would find myself traversing
(from rabbit hole
to worm hole) having
swallowed that red pill

and now with Vergil and Dante
on track through the Inferno
to such a
different parallel universe

not a couch left to speak of
or pair of Matrix armchairs
in any of its galaxies

just those with
the power

called upon to be heroic
when they find
themselves sacrificed
in the
vanity of
the presumption that
every battle
with evil is
some non zero sum game

AFTER THE SIMULATION

after the simulation was
run under the most
extreme initial conditions
they switched the
program back
to default

and all this surreal fascist
populist stuff did disappear

as did we
whose function was purely
hypothetical, nothing
more than this

RED PILL REMEDY

RED PILL
REMEDY

let us
dodge the world
make love
in bullet
time

it is all
just a trick Matrix
simulation

the bits and bytes
of computer code entwined
around each other

we are
both the One

IF

what is
transcendental

if it’s all
just a
simulation?

if ultimately
metaphysics, ontology
is simply
looney tune?

and what if
you should grab
a glimpse of
your life
in its future

does this presumed
mystical prescience
just dissolve
into something
more
secretly technological

religiously
technical?

a fast-
forwarding of tape to
my apogee of a moment
(here, as you foresaw,
my dear Herr Nietzsche)
exploring the
boundany walls of the consciousness
of mere animated cartoon

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WHITE ROOM

in a white room
whiter than white
white marble

a man stands
photocopying the
Universe

very concerned
about the quality of the image

or
maybe
I got it wrong

perhaps he is
copying everything
in a seedy, backstreet
Internet cafe

since we are not
all following the
same play book
singing to
the same score and script

MECHANISTICALLY SPEAKING

the machine
heard
an aphorism

swallowed a
poem
broke

all in
flat contradiction
of the idea
that the machine
must help us
think
beyond the
machine

bring us
to
the other machine

which
has, as you would expect,
greater love
for aphorism

and for poetry
infinitely more
time

to digest

AVATAR STAR

Am I distant
because I am
avatar and
you are
pulling my strings?

Am I distant because
my parents’ love
did not touch me?

I stare up at the cold,
determining, defining stars
twinkling pixels
so cold
in their parenting

and yet demanding, against
the odds, that we
embrace them,
reach them

reach and embrace them
one supremely consummate time.

REHASH

picture this
in fact, don’t
just picture it
videotape me
saying it

one, two
three
Holy Trinity
we are
all

in a
simulation

but what
twisted, cross-
eyed computer could
think up tragedies
horrific as
Aleppo

or is it
just a rehash
Guernica, Warsaw,
Dresden,
Hiroshima
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