Singularity vs Time (a poem)

Ontological
everything said rises
time shuffles itself

Cascades of fury
waters’ fighting turbulence
carve the course of time

Relativity
close to the edge of zero
singularity.

Nogerythm (a poem)

 

Just add water
packed with oaths
synthetic growths
fund the matter

Stirring batter
baking sold loaves
molecule coves
buildings shatter

More dimensions
to add to vines
rise up fust pines
stress with tension

New construction
health sometimes shines
structures refine
information.

Wrecked Sky at Mourning (a poem)

 

Mourning’s red clouds arise
after the midnight sun
with a day that breaks
like the powder of a gun
wind arises and no one knows
when small rippling patterns mint
where waves will go

The enjambment of lines
is the sweet breadth of time
with knots to cross rolling seas
four poor sheets to reach shore

On high planet plains
stand summits of mortal refrains
hyper-cubes of gruel
lessons learned for school

Row, row, row your oaths
penitently down a stream
barely, barely, barely note
where it leads is not the joke

Mars is higher than Earth’s
moon low on the horizon cloaked
Jupiter izs higher than Mars
Pluto ‘s summary tension stars

The body belongs to the world
yet mind arises within it
terminal flesh crumbles to pathetic dust
while spirit continues without it.

Kaedmon's Sprung Ozcar (a poem)

 

Thirty winks
eschew broadcast union plinks
defrappe a feud dollars more
with gall to skid news brinks

Apposite spin
construct something to begin
faithless opposites digz games
subtletract names for easy wins

War, the fountain of youth
of political lies
flows few drops of truth
‘neath layered bridge-spans of sighs

Tragic jokes of hair loss aside
toss fate if spring is late or fried
winter baldness never ends
nor violent comedy broken hearts fend

Army archaeology expeditions start
drift mining to recover lost quarkins history
war lunches a thousand hips and parts
where intellaphobic peace time is mystery

Silent spring slaps down birdsong
the one of hot asphalt, craters wit herd bongs
budding leaves of crenelated rime
black liquor paper-pond shine.

Coneheads of Original Sin (a poem)

 

Their tired political theorists
are raveled tactical satirists
providing explanations for the dead
merging evolution for the reds

A pure land of nematodes
grilled with ugliest media mud
from niched babes in beastly nodes
glow dead diners to be thrilled

Grisly chrome from Maine to Nome
shining things under the seas
gassed the night to burn the day
far flung sewer’d land of conehead loans

Defend oiled tarmac and pcb pots
defend the soil of union slaves
defend the darkness of evil days
to love the devil, like as not.

Dissimulations of Christ (a poem)

 

Chop logic, cut it down
chop logic, to the ground
cosmos tree, ever grow
cosmos free, God only knows

Free the slaves
liberate the dead
from chains of sin
and words unsaid

A million fake Christs
with nothing to say
trillions of bloody reichs
to crucify each way.

Union Lies (a poem)

Infinite
crushed opportunity
tramped down one more time, folk lore
in war on poor, truth gives way

Wealth gives way
the rabbit hole wins the day
hot communication wars
farther shore false hopes of pay

Promised poor
Sisyphusan story core
spanning shadows overhead
stone cold dead red peace rates tore

Savings fled
uneven and disrupted
labeled poor even so
nothing solid constructed

Transmission
narrative explanations
sent lies to beat sober times
-doped mime observations.