Book 15 Winter 2016
the universal pundit
with infinite jest
spins positive to negative
with particular gravity
and cards held to chest
be it careful chance
or nonchalant neglect
it begs special relative respect
for the especially elegant
femininity of weakforce
electron affinity
the fatal attraction of
bipolar romance
machs nix mechanics
big bang or none above
there is no unified theory
for the physics of love
I want to be
a photon
not here until
you see me
a cat with
curious possibilities
able to choose
my own path
cosmicomically
to travel time
in both directions
simultaneously
in a pas de deux
that never comes
to pass
I wish to exit this
plane of existence
to decamp from
the plain of
lost daily battlefields
littered with the little grinding
frustrations and unwon wars
foxed with broken shoelaces
crossed wires blank faces
small insistent fires
and constant fear filled
tear brimmed days
to be cleanly excised
removed to a
polar opposite
placid place of playful
and palliative peace
there is an ocean
of aqueous humor
the white lashed waves
blinking away
the deep salted tears of laughter
at the sun’s jaundiced pupil
the slapstick slipping
of their joshing sloppy lapping
the raucous comic relief
of the gulls
the ceaseless giggling
that the horizon
ever the straight man
hides
under the sloshing briny belly laughs
leaving we who are wet
behind the ears
at sea
floored
with the gagging discovery
that our interior monologue
hides in asides
life’s inside joke
is on us
there is an ocean
of aqueous humor
viewed through the daily blink
of the sun’s jaundiced pupil
the white lashed waves squeeze
deep salted tears of laughter
at their slapstick slipping
onto the sloshing sloppy
lapping briny belly
laughing at
the raucous comic relief
of the gulls joshing
the ceaseless giggling
as the horizon
ever the straight man
loses his line
leaving we who are wet
behind the ears
at sea
floored
with the discovered gag
that our interior monologue
hides in asides:
life’s inside joke
is on us
away with words
you cannot procure
with any earthly surety
avowal for greater purchase
on the random number
of blank days
blurring by on
Fortune’s spinning wheel
with the appropriate modicum
of decorum
the morning doves declare
the alarum at the
the opprobrium
of our trespass
pas tres bien
I have brought
you to the well
but you are yet
to unwell to drink
you think
the mountains
will move to you
but your cool distance
does not shrink
who can fathom
the depth of hurt
harbored in your heart
do not pale and waste
try to ignite
a passion fire
before the ashes
of desire
are all you taste
For those
who chose
a life of frivolity
and folly
it is not perverse
to choose between
the cure and the curse
for which is worse
to be oblivious
yet by jupiter jolly
and live in
revelry and life’s
light verse
or be beset
with infernal diablery
and perpetually
rehearse for
the hearse
eddied spume
unsteady shivering
shimmered quivering
a tatted lace
soap bubble puffed
gossamer ruffed gown
blown to erase
the blowsy blouse
of the tousled tatty
untidied shore
beached at eventide
old men at ebb tide
bearding their age
pacing between the hairline
of receding waters and the empty shells
of the eroded foundations of their
baldly exposed
redundant silicate redoubts
wrinkled bastions of boyish enthusiasm
belied by the fixed crenate grimace
of youthful aggression
waiting for the buoyant spasm
of the last crests
to lift their
fading spirits
oblivion’s companion
commits the sin
of omission
mistaking an
empty plate
for a blank slate
stillness is not
fullness
sloth is late
to the fete
Astray in the
see sawed forest
waylayed, lost
blinded by
too many trees
reminded by the
warped lumber
of the tense past
the present imperfect
bowing toward
a bored future
knotted, stumped
delimbed
is when then
reminded by
new pruned
unencompassed
light fingers
from the trunk
full of legerdemain
the thicket quickens
and again begins
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