TEMPLATE

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Consciousness, death, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, soul, spiritual

TEMPLATE

is this thing soul
inner
essence

or just
a template?

what will I recall
when
as joke

of consciousness

I stride and slither
from life to life

looking for
meaning, truth
beauty

still
(forever
and ever)?

in this feeble
last bit of
here
and now

managed to
convince myself
it must
be you

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STALEMATE, SWEET STALEMATE

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innuendo, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, sex, War, wordplay

STALEMATE,
SWEET STALEMATE

both of us
on the offensive
a meeting
engagement

me trying for
flank attack producing
double
envelopment

she for
encirclement

such the war
for heart and
mind
and soul

after the melee
we retired, exhausted,
to defensive positions

time to
conserve, con-
solidate
review strategy
rethink tactics

sleep on
the outcome
(stalemate,
sweet stalemate)

SUBTEXT

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Humanity, identity, meaning, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry

SUBTEXT

I should have
paid more attention

should have listened
more carefully

heard the Earth breathe
as it recited its poem

my world
entirely one
of edit, gloss,
proof and
subtext.

AND REGRET

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Humanity, loss, love, meaning, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, Universe

AND REGRET

you rose from her
breasts, bed

walked to the window
like an automaton
(as if
he were
an automaton)

stared out into the night sky
hoping to peer through the stars, see
what lay beyond

which brought to mind
mind-bending paradoxes of the kind
sex with you normally resolves

space, time, gravity, relativity,
lump of plutonium reaching critical mass
(come together, John Lennon and
the Beatles sang
bringing a moment of peace which
didn’t quite
do the deal as chain reaction)

but focus shifts to
the cockroach on your foot (need
to clean the place more scrupulously
before her next visit)

which asks you, in Einstein voice as
it crosses your terrain (if
voice it had) whether you
have figured out
how in the big, long-view, scheme
of things you are already dead

the message
in the post, just
haven’t heard it yet
perhaps a
matter of relativity, you
traveling so damned slowly

best bet,
return to that bed
repeat the old Newton
thermodynamic physics of
ecstasy and comfort
second-guess and regret

THE SKY BUCKLES

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Consciousness, Creativity, Humanity, Language, meaning, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophical, philosophy, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, power, Reader, semiotics, time, wordplay, writing

THE SKY BUCKLES

The physics Professor
cabled the poet, said

you writers have no insight
into the nature of things
(once the great Lucretius passed
that great understanding gone
sadly lacking)

told him off sharply for his deployment
of preposterous verb after preposterous verb

dragging the no sense
down into nonsense

dim place
without true knowledge of processes
(“the sky buckles
the Earth speaks

what nonsense is
this”)

such false pride, devious ego assumptions,
same as with the climbers who
stumble in the death zone descent
die like flies
(not that flies can reach them
or decay ever

the minus sign that withholds
the fair redistribution of their atoms

so great an outlay on
the right to die without real dignity

whilst I can (here we go with these verbs again)
sink into the soft demolishment of self
the loosening, untethering of all memories
that the
winds might take them blow
them from the summit like
freshly-fallen snow

subtract me from that consciousness
that is little more than
delusion of matter, philosophical
abstraction

deploying to this end all
your verbs rigidly Newtonian, constitutionally-approved,

there to
beat all the sympathy, empathy
out of me
hard Nature in

that the course you have charted (calculating
mass as opposed to energy)
might bring me to
the mirror of the truth that
governs all
seemingly evolving

get those selfish, time-denying atoms, to speak
only when
spoken to

adamant in their madness
that they
are here (voicing as collective)

to
speak what
needs to be spoken

and so will,
must speak

perforce express

(and if the sky buckle fearing the
fake power of this medium

let these verbs have
their way

let each
do its worst)

IN SIN

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erotic, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, Sexual innuendo, sexual symbolism, spiritual, woman, wordplay

IN SIN

He was half awake the whole night
never fully asleep

wrestling with words, the right words
the wrong words, the good words, the bad words

words to put into the mouths of his
desires and his demons
and his angel suddenly
transformed, unrecognizable
different
her nails taking his skin, mouth

drinking his sweat, vampire-like in
being so suddenly
possessed by a
taste for everything inside, behind,
beneath those words
for every drop of his blood

and those eyes wild suddenly
like some kind of
shapeshifting animal

but at the heart of it all
conductor and queen of
this dark symphony
this epic revelation of
the flesh

she herself
transformed into
magician of
transformation, of the alchemy of
skin and
what lies within

of faster-
than light travel and Saint levitation

of tearing away dead words that mask
the veil of reality
until we find
the soul’s true revelation beyond
beauty, beyond sin.

FREE

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Freedom, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, time

FREE

time
gentlemen!

we are out
of that thing

you know all too
well
do not
understand for
a
second

but let me take
just a New York minute of your proverbial nine

a bit of the stuff
that leaves pressed
like a suit, starched
like a shirt

or making some of the stuff
available for things less
run of the treadmill

like
the beats per bar
long and short division ratios that
transport us
for a moment

outside the pressures of
matter and gravity

as if
looking in on
The outside

or iambic, anapestic and
other strictly quantified rhythms

paradoxical prisons
to set words, to set
us free

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

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conceit, Desire, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, poem, poetry, quantum, science, wit

OUR POEM AT A DISTANCE

closer we are
getting

ever closer

so close we
embrace each other now
at the subatomic level

waves and
particles
such
our dream
duality, supreme
synthesis
what do we
care about
superficial
“human”
skin difference?

so deeply entangled
we
span the cosmos
as what we are

and so we
have to
sensuous spooky action
at
unbelievable distance

EQUATION

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Consciousness, erotic, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, quantum, Schrodinger, Sexual innuendo, wordplay

EQUATION

sat next to cat
in the box
waiting on
radioactive decay

stroked her fur
to give comfort
reminding me

of when you and I
sat in a box
me stroking your fur
you dreaming of
alternate worlds, parallel
universes

time
burning the candle at both ends
at all three, four ends

me stroking your fur
wondering how to
transcribe this equation

NO SPOOKY ACTION

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connection, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, poem, poetry, quantum

NO SPOOKY ACTION

no spooky action
at a distance

such her focus on the poem
she burn right through
the very page

and, truth be told,
I do love Sun imagery

am spooked into flight by
coronas of rage
in which some
supreme power proclaims
there is no
absolute connection, cosmic
entanglement

what rules with
an iron fist from
the heart of this Universe

does not need you, will not
miss me
will live as it
has always lived
without us together
(which
could be worst,
most
incredible contradiction

narrowness of perspective
squeezed beyond belief