Choking objects

The ingestion of pain medicine enhances our sensitivity to this signal.
The ingestion of antibiotics reduces our resistance to infectious bodies.
The ingestion of alcohol makes us laugh at others, makes us cry for ourselves.
The ingestion of sugar boosts energy-depletion.

The resistance to opinions solidifies opposing positions into belief.
The fixation on a focal point drags momentum.
The five most commonly used senses are not enough and too much all together.

Climbers are all idealists trying to scale the marble stairs of personal justice,
we should rise to our occasion.
We have misjudged the floor based on sea levels.
We try to find ourselves and stop when there is a glimpse of one,
There are two, two systems, two selves, fast and slow, inside and outside, shallow and deep, which give and take responsibility, blame, onus. It was all on us, the two of us
just using our lips for consumption.





Artwork by By Sarah Stilwell Weber c. 1905 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Euclid’s Expertise

I’m no expert in subjects like geometry, people or what we call space,
but I am open to learning
about any thing
And I have discovered that even when nobody is looking
the sun will shine somewhere
and no body around will notice
the disarray.
No(round)body wants to believe that rounding up or down
is the same,
or that this terra Nuevo is solid and
stretches flat out
beyond sight.
It is easier to focus on what you know.

It is most difficult to sift dirt for gold nuggets
while wearing white gloves.
I wish I had known we needed phosphorus.

Look at the moon! Soak in the sun. between the two,
the eclipse begins.
From this angle the tone is clear.

Between an apple and an orange,
orchard and grove,
notch and needle, I cannot sew,
so I make more pi.

Good shoes, firmly planted, back then
we did not notice we were stuck.
We bury the dead, cover up our dreams, hide our private parts,
and keep our hands to ourselves without a second thought.
We skim across surfaces,
as if buoyancy was our gift,
it could be.

I am no biologist, but I insist on using my senses
to read lines
left in the sand
that glisten like gold and contain
everything we need to know about measuring up
to the given space
for a square peg on a plane.

We needed to make an
impression
that would resonate further than a single dimension.

Naturally, perfect shapes are quite rare
in nature.
Fractals occur nearly everywhere,
proving patterns are purely
people problems.




Painting by Jusepe de Ribero (1591-1692) in Getty Center [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

GDP

(Buy 1, Get 1)
Free (for all)
 dom of
ex-
com-
de-
(pression)

(care)
free (Bible, straws, ice, brochure, coffee, samples)
masons
-lancing

-thought-speech
Free* (*w/ purchase)
    wheeling
    radicals
Speeches-Thoughts

Form
Free
Form



Artwork by Wassily Kandinski, 'Improvisation Gorge' 1914 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Flox

The black sheep and black swan

Do not bother splitting hairs, as in, ungathering

Letting go, and making it

into something new 

by sheer luck-no gander

Bears resemblance by proximity. 

Image credited by Percy Benzie Abery [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons.

Cold and hard like cash

Ha! What money? Don’t I look hungry-

Enough, with only skin and bones

The mother poet is simply a conduit

For care.( a.k.a.ATM), logistically

Someone had to buy the groceries 

and gasoline.

Of course, electricity must be paid and the internet

is always on, even with power bars,

despite attempts to unplug everything.

No money was any-

more than a thing to get another

thing or things.

Finally, detoxified and rehabilitated,

I breathe freely,

but it costs me my life.

There is no green growth in the wallet.

And every morning, there is money to be put in boxes,

sorted, split, and aggregated from valid sources.

So it was not me eating money or homework, or flesh, or words,

it was paper, fiber, DNA, dinero

And dang it-I remember having it

and not needing it. 

Painting by Wilhelm Gause, c. 1911 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Layman terms

A single handful
of random people
really
understand astrophysics-
particularly excluding women
that choose cosmetology
over cosmology-
when trying to turn back time.

Look inside the steeple,
only this many people
read poetry.
They gather to create volume-
mass,
in order to absorb the familiar
echoes of shared words-
also known by
Belief.

Nobody reads anymore
between the lines,
along the marginalia,
the mean matches the median,
rounded to zero.

At least there seems to be
never enough
Time
to explore other dimensions
completely
and related matters
in(di)visible as a (w)hole.





Artwork by Charles Demuth [No restrictions or Public domain], 'Roofs and steeple' c. 1921 via Wikimedia Commons.

“Beam me up, Scottie!”

He was changed

in more ways than they will say.

A year away will do that to a man.

Genes are the conditions we share,

more than hand me down denim.

It seems seven is a stellar symbol

to mark the rate of change.

(Inspired by forthcoming study and official announcement by NASA)

Photo credit By NASA/Robert Markowitz [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.