SPIKED

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corona virus, covid-19, Difference, division, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, Separation, Unity

SPIKED

as if we did
not have

enough spikes
and spines
to divide us
keep
us apart

for there is pure
barbed wire
inside this virus

teaching us
to keep
safe distance
definitely
not to
touch

let alone
whisper sweet
nothings, breathe
poetry

into receptive ears, indeed
anywhere that
will listen

especially there,
yes especially there

and then
the descant
to this
song

telling us
stay open
keep
all closeness

infection
is the
purest
connection

at the end
of the day
of the
dark day

when we
have no choice
but to
huddle together

we can
at last
think

feel free
to think

perhaps
it was right

perhaps
it was right

WORD FROM MY FATHER

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Difference, division, father, Humanity, love, poem, poetry, reconciliation, redemption, Unity

WORD FROM MY FATHER

before this is over
let us have
tales of courage, tales
of hope and
tales of redemption

I see so many
basic mistakes
lost opportunities,

and yet, as a species,
we are still here
talking to each other across
divides that seemed
they could last forever

learning
what is precious

before
it is too late

it is
almost too late

SUBTRACT ME

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death, Ending, female, Fragmentation, identity, irony, loss, love, mathematical, Mathematics, meaning, Metaphor, philosophical, poem, poetry, power, Pythagoras, Sexual, Unity, wordplay

SUBTRACT ME

would that you would
subtract me, retract me

not divide
nor subdivide me

so divisive when
you do so
whether long
or short

or all the way down
to the absurdum of
lowest
common denominator

assigning
minus sign

my neck hung around
like dog in the proverb
taking my preordained place
in the negative
column

this negative space
what
in my
case
could be
more iconic?

where better
to split hairs, split atoms
balance
the equation?

countermand the stridency of
ego as infinity
absolutely plus one

though if we were to
deconstruct, go descant
suddenly
sing a tangent

from cheap
seat in the margins

(for which always the poetic risk
of becoming drawn, and quartered)

full-throat the love
that is such a
tough customer
when it
come to quantification

that sweetest voice
not always disembodied

even if
counterintuitive, counterfactual,
beyond definition

and yet
still mathematical

as it carves me up
as you
carve me
up
as you always do

me and you together
not a simple matter of
multiplication or
addition
thing in my
brain
going back to Plato
back to Pythagoras

my hand on
your hypotenuse
saying it
“does not compute”

OR NOT

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Capitalism, Consciousness, death, Fragmentation, Humanity, loss, philosophical, poem, poetry, spiritual, transformation, Twist in the tail, Unity, Universe

OR NOT

At the next line
this poem will end.

Believe it
or not.

I watch things dissolve
have heard that the
Universe is consciousness

we are
all connected

return, as it is written,
back to an ocean of drops.

Before things get
to dissolve however,
I fear I will fragment,
my body crack, things snap,
the structure of
what I am become
a broken shell

we are
all divided, exploited,
thrown against each other
battling
to survive

things you
can put your price on
flimsy, fragile containers
for such
insanely precious drops.

At the next line
this poem will end

whether
you believed it, or not.

SHAPESHIFT

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love, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Unity

SHAPESHIFT

sometimes we shapeshift
into one creature

no beast with two backs: one
body, one brain

everything interlocked, intermeshed
for that voyage of
pleasure

the dovetailing so perfect
not a seam to be seen