Wednesday, August 15, 2018

When Nobody is Around



I'm starting to
talk to the cats
in a conversational
tone. After all,
they deserve respect.
Our discussions
are bare, mostly
yearns and wills
like the boiling
inner world of the
newly born, but they are not
machines. They care.
They want. They even
wish.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

The Lake



Nobody built this lake
that sits
frowning
0n the plain,
fenced by forest,
virginal until
The 1980s.
We can feel
the cold depth
0f her even from
the log lodge
which tries
to warm the park.
It's the romance
of dread that
draws us from our
homes to bring
the beer
and laugh here
among the echos.

Monday, July 30, 2018

Simple Social Principles 2

You know
what it is about
intimacy that
that makes her
breathtaking?
It's not love.
To my mind,
love is universal and
cheap. It's conspiracy.
In a world abounding with
enemies, the comfort of an
unquestionable
trust
that can't be distributed,
confurred on just one:
irresistable; life
sustaining; disease resistant.

Saturday, July 28, 2018

New Chapbook: Soon available on Amazon Kindle


Inverse Nightmare


I start
making up nice
things about myself,
and I scream in my sleep.
I can't stop
the stream
of nice things about myself
like someone has
written a flattering
biography and I think
is this God
talking through my brain?
Are these secrets
I shouldn't know?

Sunday, July 22, 2018

The Evolution of Bodylessness Part 1


The words on paper
are as silent as
thought, and the
words I see feel
more like thought
than the words I
hear. Sound is
primitive and earth
bound. The grumble
and the breath
belong not
in the kingdom of
spirits.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

Biography: Note to a friend

 I think I am still a scientist. One of my best professors was a phenomenologist, He taught me to focus on an exact description of what I see--which often goes way beyond the obvious. Since then what it has evolved to is trying to make hypotheses about what things really are. It's not necessary to reproduce things like a camera, but it is essential that we do the human thing and try to figure out what we are seeing and codify their essences into something that hangs together like a system. I am a theorist--I make theories and models.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

July 14

It has
secrets today
I hear
nothing but
whispers. The
people talk to
one another
but the human sense
is muted.
That breeze knows.
Does not want speech.
We are under
a blue gray
cloud, roiled into
polyps on its dark
belly. Came in
secretly from the
north and has
something to reveal.
The wind blows warm,
hushed and ready.