TO DECEIVE

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female, loss, love, Metaphor, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, wordplay, writing

TO DECEIVE

wanted to
read you like
a book

but there were
missing pages,
no final chapter

so I decided
to write you
Ike a book

one in which
I am not
even a
character

and, as
sort-of-
antiheroine
your dialogue
disappoints, actions
flatter
to deceive

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TO THE POINT

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evolution, Metaphysical, Naughty, poem, poetry, Twist in the tail

TO THE POINT

It took my species
millions of years
to evolve to the point where
our brains developed
perceptual algorithms
to allow
us to
see

what I see now: you
standing before me
umming and aaaing
from foot to
foot
shifting uncomfortably

millions of years to
get to this point
where I can see
you perfectly and
yet

you refuse
to recognize this
miracle of
perceptual evolution

deign
to take
your clothes off

INSIDE OUT

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Consciousness, Metaphor, Metaphysical, metapoetic, philosophy, poem, poetry, writing

INSIDE OUT

no,Descartes,
consciousness is
not an am

consciousness is
becoming, a negation

is created out of
its difference
from
all things

it is the
snake of
time

swallowing beginning
in act of ending
(wondering if this is
not just simply
the wrong
perspective

the whole three acts
turned
inside out)

ANNULMENT

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dark, death, Life, Light, Metaphysical, poem, poetry

ANNULMENT

death be
not divorce

be more
annulment

of all
you ever were

but wait, the air
so cold

cold as the bleakest
darkest spot of
the Universe

sub-zero breath of
your new lover your
new true partner

finally, yes,
the perfect ice
of this embrace

it gets to last
for all eternity
(there
foreshadowed

in every word
dark muse

of life itself, all
its poetry)

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

MY LITTLE POEM

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Metaphysical, poem, poetry, spiritual

MY LITTLE POEM

the soul
tastes, drinks

the soul forgets

what the soul is
we cannot say

so little
it knows
about
itself

so little to
say
about what
it was

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

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