poetic-0 No. 1

run for senate, dada of my artifacts
and win the popular support of happy
dada discoverers and unhappy

better than unportable, arsenic meaningfullnesses
who exploit (what if) some kind of manufacturer
of planet daylight cities with rain eye field

street viewings

and more entertaining than potato chip video?

VORTICAL POETICS PLUS MODUS NEO-NIETZSCHEANI

a couple, vacationing from cleveland or essex,
arrives, in Kharon's ferry, at the gates of hell. The man can see the sign but cannot read it.
"It's a sign, dear," she says.
"Oh, lovely, what does it say?" the man replies. She can read it, but she hesitates.
"Oh," she says in subdued astonishment--not sure if she should read it aloud.
"What?" he says, "what does it say."
"Well, it's a greeting, kind of," she mentions.
"Honey," he insists.
"'ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE'" she quotes.
"Oh," he replies, "that's awful."
"Well, it's not SO bad, I guess," she says encouragingly.
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here," he quotes aloud pondering the significance. A look of dismay overtakes him.
"Well, look at the bright side," she says cheerily. He slumps up slightly. "At least they went to the trouble to tell us."
"Hm?" he replies.
"I mean, they went to the trouble to inform us which is very courteous when you think about it. At least we know what to expect."

reintegration sans Ovid
I
and then a prophet who shall remain nameless
(but his initials are: suicide bomb) said:
how do I know that Moses
didn't have a putting green
on the ark of the covenant?--
with Adam and Eve in a skiff in tow

being careful to stay dry
because (it doesn't say they were kilned
like other pottery
and) having been made of clay they might
disintegrate with contact with moisture
such as rain or drinking water or sea water

i.e., what's true is that that's that

you see, I wanted to believe this stuff, but,
but then reality said: why go to all the trouble
of making 'em out of clay when
they could just as easily adapt
over millions of years
from ancestors of ancient
chimpanzee types?

that's when it occurred to me that
I would rather subscribe to concepts
that were at least factually accurate than

dodge facts in an effort to
preserve gross obstacles, y'know?

II
and having obeyed the advisement
of bringing two of everything on the earth
with him on the ark, Moses was glad
for his forethought that he had advised
the pizza place to build a similar ark
for, having brought only two pizzas, he
would soon need to have a pizza delivery
because he had already eaten one pizza (cold)
and the other pizza (also cold) would soon.
And Moses feared that the pizza makers
on the pizza ark may not have brought
provisions for the duration of the flood
and would be forced to eat their pizzas

III
in his haste to bring two of everything
(two golf clubs, two cephalopods, two gaseous nebulae),
he had forgotten to bring two specimens of
homo sapiens sapiens. Fortunately, Adam and Eve
(made of clay) had had the instinct to lash their skiff

holding hands utility to movie theater

Neo-Dynamic Cubism, No. 1 (Mongkok)

how ordinary matter
(in the form of machines, buildings, and people), 
in a complex city of great energy and density, 
adopts an elusive quality: 
where the eye fails, 
reason imagines, having deduced

multiple velocities and complexity, 
translucence occurs at advanced perceptions

~*~

looking twice: eonic interval 
Remove the red paint off the old statues
of Pluto, Jupiter, Poseidon, and Neptune
or make new statues in the places
they used to be or in new places--
where they had never stood--

because, according to me, those expressions are still relevant.
New statu(r)es not Olympian? ok, but rational velocity as such.

nonplus elimination

the crowd of contempt(s)
offers third-party hypocrisies 
which have become a little easier 
to ignore 
at chess games, and, yes, 
even at rocket launches 
because atmospheric densities  
are taken for granted 
by us old/new pizza enjoyers 
again

SCH poetic

Salazaar announced:

[g]God doesn't exist,
but raindeer DO exist,
and they believe in [g]God!


~*~


For The Myth of Speed
 --coming across Nevada remembering Alaska

I
The dinosaur bones
emerge from wind on dry sand
 like the universe.

II
Some qwik-stop-gas-shops
have formica booths in there
 made of RED and LIME.

Some all-night truck-stops
have restaurants with fresh brew,
 ceramics and steel.

A waitress might be coming
to take our take out orders.

III
The ad depicts polar bears drinking,
out in the snow, in arctic or Alaska
 and specifically NOT eating human gingerbread men;

my old, Alaskan friend informed me
that two shots from a 50 caliber rifle
 might, perhaps, stop a hungry polar bear--but not likely.

Strangely, Sappho permits being eaten by bears--
 her body, like the prophets', never found.

She imparts sentiments from the culture of her world--
 sitting in a chair where now sits a new starlet.

IV
The futurists once produced reasons,
some, for wanting to stop the expansion,
to make the universe live forever,
to stop decay of matter and collapse of electrons.

 50 thousand years from the nuclear tests, from now,
 the humans should be able to beware the test sites
 and know to avoid settling and building there; how?

The newspaper headline reads: "Amazing infant steals cattle!"

V
20 billion years ago does not exist;
 it never did--not in this universe anyway.

~*~

 Infernal Gravity Well
  "Earth, Still Our Only Home"

I
We are all devils--at war.
Even among us who forget the survival of the gods,
excuse me, I mean: ancestors: grandpas, grandmas
 (and Santa Claus--whom they spawned);
 
we forget being spawned in the delight of their unions,
with dreary grit in sheets, celebrating Nike.

(Once Upon a Time):
And as someone who is almost as big as an amoeba--
fighting my little germ war against all those amoebas--
though I have no conscious memory of the event--
 I'm sure the genesis was no cakewalk.
 Maybe we share this quality of history.

II
(Infernal Gravity Well):
So I was going to slam my enemy
against the infernal surface of the sun
when I caught a glimpse of a great rock falling;
that's when I decided to pin my enemy there
 between the globe and that smashing object.

Cringing, I expected to sense the enormous explosion
as the asteroid crushed my enemy into the big crater
 in the earth--created by the colossal collision.

However, anti-shock occurred, when it missed, to my surprise,
and my enemy flung ME out into the outer atmosphere
where I found myself asphyxiating and falling faster at the sun
 with no way to get back to my beloved earth.

The life flashed before my head--big banging;
I remembered being the king of beasts. Is the sun a beast?


III
5oo megatons per second ^2
is my guess at the sun's magnitude of love.
 The mass of the object attracts everything.