Evolution

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BLACK HOLE THEORY

to run away from home

is so melodramatic

but i did

and toward
brazen destiny

i climbed the ivy of my ego

into outer space

the gravity of my situation is

staggering, a drunken

dip in the velvet of space-time

now bad boy meteors swerve my way like vultures

passerby gas giants rubberneck in their careful orbits

and i sink deep, deep into the fabric of everything

infinity-bound ego launch towards the stars pouring like

an ocean into a pond pouring into the void into the approaching

singularity

my isthmic advance into the cosmos goes on so burdened the mass collecting

around my face somehow smaller i push and swim to the asymptote of existence i hope

you know the rules when the rules start breaking hope you paid attention in astro 101 because now

enlightenment must bend around me and all that

distinguishes me begins the

breach

Oh

I am the cosmos

Oh

To be a self is so distant from reality

Significant Others

We grow accustomed to ourselves

the way a plant gradually leans sun-ward,

for which a word was made – heliotropism.

We get used to the practice of words,

forget how each primal enunciation

wove a metaphor to hang in the mind’s atmosphere,

to stretch by like a shaft of sunlight embodied in dust motes.

I should hold off,

wait on the fruit of this afternoon

before speaking my mind.

Let’s sit, let’s let

the unspoken bud and blossom.

We are like a drop of sweat flung from summer’s brow, you and I,

slipping down the sky-to-earth arc of a blade of grass.

(composed for line-break workshop at Poet's House)

no title

what was it you used to say
before

that made people act with a swan's
confidence

give praise to the intrinsic power of a
word

jangle their skeleton keys to the human
heart

and see in you all possible in natural
machinery

how by arranging truth to be hidden in
images

creativity let loose the joyful telos of
meaning

you were by no means the first to tell
stories

but you were there speaking when I
burst

from the bubble of non-being into
generation

when I learned about others you were
pointing

to their mouths

Intelligent Life Forms

They landed late last night
aliens of no reputation
unexplained, uninterested in us
they crouched reverently
bent their knees like pilgrims
on shorelines worldwide
and whispered
softly, humbly
to seashells

One nodded curtly to me
as he boarded their departing ship
"Thank you for your time."

Slow Movements

The clouds

look like words

and their movement

mirrors

the tectonic grind

of Antarctica

or Moby Dick-

something

frosted glass

polar leviathan


O


Saw this

and dared

to talk about it

did the clouds

look like words

or did they

look like script

some time

you will see shapes

spectral colors

or the Great Whale

gliding across the sky

impassive

prophetic

as all men who ever

spoke with God


O


Once I saw

malformed planets

too thin to stand on

Hocket 1

I picture myself in an open field

on a night streaked with far-off civilization

I picture grasses stirred by wind


on a night blurred by summer

electing to let my surroundings speak alone

on a night of heightened remorse


electing a place for each stalk

moved like hands were passing atop them

electing to stay silent myself


moved by new wavelengths darker

the wind blows individuals they draw closer together

moved by the presence of absence


the wind blows through grasses

and space hums between each individual spear

the wind blows summer grass


and space enough to lie down

manifests in the far-flung rivulets of civilization

and space enough to be seen


manifests in the meadow gathering light

I picture myself saluting the distance grey-eyed a self

manifests in night time's wild blooming