the poems of R. Blade
Copyright ©1999 by R. Blade All Rights Reserved
Contents
Bibee not God but fertility drugsBoxers mismatched boxers
Bride nuns in convents
Clamming digging for clams
Concert from sound to sight
Coquette pubescent girl
Disciples members of cults
Dragonfly awesome insect
Dreaming experiences in sleep
Driving living to drive
Frosted daDUM...daDUM poems
Graffiti spray painters
Holy Man mind over body
Injection chemistry and behavior
Invasion illegal immigration
Offering Cain and Abel
Pathogen exotic vectors
Placenta love spent
President Clinton
Princess Diana off Wales
Rainbow glorious display
Roadsters road warriors
Roots uprooted tree
Screamers societal hysteria
Screenings violence in movies and TV
Sexing chemical enablers
Siege Engines gasoline engine noise
Soliloquies solitary declarant
Strawberries gustatory treat
Strings string theory
Trinity three-in-one God
I got no bibee, so I pray God for bibee
My man give me good lovin but no bibee
I pray God give some nice bibee inside me
For long time now I pray God but still no bibee
So I go to old shamdrake medicine man and
He grind up some mandrake roots and lion testes
He make me bowl of magic soup, I eat plenty
I dream about bibee but still got no bibee
Now I pray God tell me how I get my bibee
God tell me look for nice man wearing long white coat
I look and look for long time and then look some more
I pray God tell me where nice man in long white coat
God tell me nice man wearing white coat is doctor
God tell me white coat doctor live in hospital
I find white coat doctor and he give me bibee
Now I so happy my God give me some bibee
But doctor say too many bibee inside me
He say he need take out some of my 10 bibee
I say no never! God give me my 10 bibee
God tell me He take care of all my 10 bibee.
(Bibee was prompted by fertility drugs overloading healthcare and population.)
4Mar99
Wearing black and blue trunks, the title contender
His record 40 wins and only 2 losses
Wearing gold and white trunks, the young journeyman
His record 11 wins, 1 loss, and 1 draw
Round 1 bell rings, the boxers meet at center ring
Touching gloves the fight begins and they dance
aroundScowling at each other, pomping menacingly
With body fakes, feinting, and throwing punches
In early rounds feeling out each other's styles with
Darting jabs, tentative crosses, some haymakers
In later rounds they mix it up with direct hits.
To fell a tree you must begin cutting its trunk
So the contender now attacks with body blows
Maneuvering the journeyman against the ropes
The journeyman does the old rope-a-dope trick but
The wily contender's punches keeps him pinned there
Throwing a flurry of wild swings and direct hits
Then a vicious right cross rips open his eyebrow
Blood gushing over the journeyman's eye and face
The referee steps in as the bell ends round 6
In the journeyman's corner, practiced commotion
The cut man works feverishly stanching the gash
Cornermen rush out toweling blood from the ring's
floorThe doctor shines his penlight at the jagged gash
And as the TV camera zooms in on it
Visible through 3 layers of ripped open skin
Is the journeyman's magnified white frontal bone.
At the round 7 bell the repaired journeyman
Slowly stands and is pushed out by his cornermen
The contender moves in stalking his wounded prey
Increasing his high point score with more direct hits
Each hit sending the journeyman's head sweat flying
Another direct hit on the cut and more blood
Boxers are blood spattered like a Pollock painting
The referee stops the fight, beckons the doctor
The doctor shines his penlight, the fight continues
To the obvious satisfaction of voyeurs
Ladies and gentlemen sitting in the front row.
Forced onto ropes again the injured journeyman
Is pummeled like a big black leather punching bag
More direct hits swivel his head like punching vane
Then kidney punches and punches below the belt
And when the journeyman doubles over in pain
The contender throws an uppercut dropping him
The packed Colosseum crowd roars its approval
At the 8 count the fallen journeyman rises
And leaning against ropes, arms drooping, defenseless
The wily contender now moves in for the kill
Right crosses, left crosses, haymakers behind ears
He punches the journeyman's face to grotesquery
Ahead on points the contender has already won
Referee stop the fight, will someone, STOP THE FIGHT!
But the promoted setup slaughter continues
Bloodied defeated the stouthearted journeyman
Retains self esteem with gluons of strong courage
Valiantly enduring a beating through 10 rounds
He is saved from punchicide by the final bell
Punch drunk he staggers zigzag to the wrong corner.
Proclaimed unanimous winner the contender
Makes his courtesy call consoling the loser
In the ring's postfight crowd the sleazy promoter
Congratulates the winner and crossing the ring
Gives the loser most pretentious encouragement.
(Boxers was prompted by sleazy promoters setting up fights with mismatched boxers.)
30Mar99
1.
She is the one whose beautiful street look evokes
From rejected daters a thousand doleful sighs
The she whose circuitry in frontal lobes pulses Christ
He who promises heaven's eternal rewards
Who postulates great love in self denial and
True love in submission and mortification
High convent gates swing open admitting her as
Postulant for Christ's virtual reality.
2.
From stained glass windows saints reach out blessing her and
Devoutly refract sunlight for its conversion
From white light to diffuse spectral diversity
Spreading on a naked altar its warm colors
Coming upon covering the radiant bride
Adorned in white wedding dress with veiled face and head
Crowned by garland of rose buds and orange blossoms
The floral crown consecrating the trembling teen,
Kneeling at feet of the lifelike crucified Christ
The committed bride beholds her intended groom
Who with agate eyes looks down upon His new bride
From His wrist a nail fashions her gold wedding band
For naive bride of promised mystical marriage
For wife in the habit of wimpled coverture.
Confirming self denial she freely proclaims
Vows of chastity, obedience, poverty
Chastity refraining from sexual habits
Obedience for entitlement to heaven
Poverty to receive support from charity
Offering her hand she accepts the wedding ring
Washes the plaster cast pedicured feet of Christ
And then lifting her veil stoops to kiss His cleansed feet
The Bride of Christ commencing with BC degree
Rejects her certified name for married name and
Submitting to Christolatry rejoices at
The chanting charivari of nunnery choir
Her virtual marriage consummated the new
Bride servant is welcomed by polygamous Christ
Divine custodian of her downcast eyes and
Bonding with Christ her husband in absentia
Separation becomes the marital bliss of
Her delusion palliated by reflex prayers.
3.
At day's last whispering of canonical prayers
Compline keeps abeyant the coming lonely night
After the fall of its ritual protection
She retires to the damp cold stone arms of her cell
Alone on her cot the bride rotefully prays to
Her virtual markup of her absent husband
Listening to outside broadcasts of springtime matings
Restive in solitude she's witness confirming
Nature's tenacious durable power of sex
Lying there smoldering in sexual desire
Is cloistered nymph burning in vow of chastity
Her raging hormones offending and profaning
All her Aves, Glorias, and even Paters
Weakening she begs for intervention praying:
"My Lord save me from thoughts of satanic desire
Christ my husband rescue me from self defilement".
But in midnight rendezvous with secular self
She submits to nature's hierarchy commanding
Her conversion from mystical to sexual
And forsaking prayers of a sublimate mission
Solicits her handmaiden and together they
Feast at the banquet table drinking old wine and
Reminiscing revisit the forbidden zone
She offers her dewed chalice to her handmaiden
Who furtively flagellates the consenting bride
Engaged enraptured the bride climbs Jacob's ladder
Ascending in sacrilegious ecstasy to
The divine white light where neurons scream with eyes closed
To limbic system whose lewd liberation shouts
Are suppressed by sotto voce gasps of relief
From the nun moaning in flagrante delicto.
In the solitary confinement of her womb
Eggs withheld from charity of sexual love
Offered to Christ in throes of virtual mating
Her oblation satisfying the holocaust.
In the confessional of her cell she's contrite
Praying while kneeling on dry incisor chickpeas
Their intaglios tattooed in her bare bony knees
Script the painful pictographs of her sinful night
She prays standing in spread eagle crucifixion
Iron cross praying in penitential pain
Kneeling praying washing with toothbrush her cell's floor
Praying sleeping on the splintered cold hardwood floor
In subdued disgrace she weeps with the imagined
Bloody gouged eyes of virgin Santa Lucia.
Reinforcing her vows of self denial and
Starving in anorexic mortification
Poor Clare discalced and made pregnant by Paraclete
Maintains her composure in acts of contrition:
"May Christ forgive me my malicious indulgence
May Anima Christi reconsecrate my soul"
(Bride was prompted by nuns in convents.)
2Jan98
At low tide out on a marshy salt water flat
A bronzed young man in knee deep water stooped over
With hands and arms up to elbows underwater
He groped for the mud covered succulent bivalves
Moving in practiced pattern found a bed of clams
And while filling his pouch noticed pilgrims on shore
Standing erect with muscled torso, long black hair
The Narragansett Indian beckoned to the
Starving pilgrims watching from the exposed shoreline
Welcomed they waded out joining him in the dig.
There are days when I too venture out on that flat
Feet squishing through its soft bottom putrefaction
Inhaling low tide stench of marshy nursery
Wading knee deep in salt water for likely spot
I bend over plunging my hands into the goo
My fingers groping the black Silurian slime
My body odor attracting Greenhead horse flies
Attacking me, biting, sucking my precious blood
Feeding in their food chain as I will feed on clams
But in spite of their painful bites I keep digging
Fingers excavating the clam covering muck
Digging for the retrieval of a legal clam
The razor clams are gone, as are the Indians
But quahogs survived the digging and pollution
I rinse and place each find in my patched wire basket
Adolescent littlenecks tender, succulent
Reminiscent of her sweet love long ago or
More robust young adult cherrystones and even
The fully grown large chowders whose fortified shells
Must have challenged the best of Indian shuckers
The tide coming in, I leave the stinking salt flat
With two dozen clams and attendant painful welts.
(Clamming was prompted by digging for clams in Narragansett, Rhode Island.)
12Aug98
They replace orchestral instruments with guitars
Whose metal strings vibrate for loud cacophony
Injected into plastic music molds for
Hot extrusions of boiler plate reproductions
Devoid of art noiseful pollution is designed
With bad taste covered by high fructose additive
To welfare subculture complaining with demos
Of harsh visuals, seditious monotony
Exploiting effervescent teen caprice with rap
The rap rapping death knock on the door of music.
Devoted spectators and prurient voyeurs
Looking at their punk rock stars see unimusic
See the adornments of piercing mutilation
Rings through eyebrows, ears, lips, metal balls in tongues
Camouflaged violence simulating music
They see performers writhing with body vocals
Angry transvestites moaning in musical pain
Castrato sopranos bewailing reduction
All begging for drugs to cope with their misery
Their amplified vocals are obscene outbursts of
Melodies debased to guttural frequencies
Attacking society and environment
In shameful contrast to those Asian throat singers
Exulting in mimesis of rural spirits.
Attending unimusic concerts spectators
Hypnotized by loud musical wallpaper
Enthralled by drone of melodic vacuity
And amplified guitared obscenities pro se
And ecstasy's serotonin synaptic highs
Hearers rave with repetitive template dancing
White youths surrender with white fisted hands raised high
Swaying to percussive swells like helpless seaweed
Undulating in morass of Sargasso Sea
Screaming in adoration of colored Lord Jim.
Chained Andromeda cries out for Perseus and
Music lovers long for the eerie theremin.
(Concert was prompted by music's conversion from sound to sight, from listening to viewing.)
7Apr99
As they marched through the portal of phallic columns
The Roman conqueror restrained his legions from
Defiling the old temple of pubertal love.
1.
At his PC a descendant of that Roman
Retrieves the human genome control program and
From his brain's network collates its charged synapses
Keys them into the screen's template for love goddess
Selecting the series of base pairings messaged
For translations to charmed codons for aminos
Synthesizing long polymers obeying the
Monitoring enzymes creating she tissues.
In cellular bins of human biology
She's initialized with hormonal advantage
Prophesying the immanent beauty to be
First morphed with pubescent exuberance and then
Metamorphosed to adolescent love goddess
And internet advertized as coming woman
She's transduced from PC screen to forensic scene.
Exposed in public is the sylphic teen honey
Peachy oval face, high cheekbones kissing up to
Her dazzling cobalt blues spiced with audacity
Her tender lips wet glazed hot red subtly parted
Umber hair ends falling long titillate her breasts
Caressed to rising in tart youthful aggression
The model menarche in teen magazines is
Posed in torn tight blue jeans and revealing sweater
Displaying Mona Lisa's mysterious smile
On the avenue, farding in convertible
She gets ready for her tour of the shopping mall
Costumed in coy demeanor bawdy ingenue
Blithely cruises about in woman's artifacts
Posturing with open beak like a crow in heat
Attracting with lures those lustful ogling males whose
Dirigible thoughts make her their destination
Their ears tuned to the virgin's volunteer mewing
Hear her susurant solicitation "take me".
In passing by she's scorned by goggle-eyed women
Their social mores stunned by her naive sorcery
There she is, adolescent decoyed as woman
Raging hormones roiling in moral turpitude
With mound of pubic hair shocking naive Ruskin
Coquette makes offers with lying-in warranty.
2.
Swarming about their virgin queen are potent drones
Frottaging for frissons with pubertal coquette
Così fan tutti potents and aggressive males
Hoping to mate they build love's scaffold to heaven
He is the colorful daring one testing the
Theory of teen as facsimile woman
She is the love goddess proving her repro rights
The two recruits sucked into sexual maelstrom
Of interactive session highlighting love bits
With jockeying lips docking in sexual lock
They collapse meager prudence to a dense passion.
The night sky is now ablaze with supernovas
She fibrilates his heart calmed only by her love
Duofolding in consensual ravishment
Their destined eversions transfer haploid cells as
Aqua sexualis in profusion cascades
Out to the sea of pelagic humanity
Then passion spent, her biocavity empty
The blue-eyed minx sans tensegrity breaks away
The flighty missalette carrying pubescent
Migrating with intent towards the next mating call
Sings seduction's responsorial psalm and then
Alighting seductively spread out on twin peaks
The multimated coquette beckons Sisyphus.
She’s future queen promised to the old Arab prince
She’s prized paradigm of genetic enhancement
With application submitted for new patent
The coquette biophased for fleeting ecstasy
And once having entered heaven's gate he now finds
Its opening crack leads to social damnation.
(Coquette was prompted by sexually active pubescent girls.)
28May98
1.
Abram recalled that Eve had a mind of her own
That she imposed her mind upon God's omniscience
That she sinned by eating from the tree of knowledge
That she shared her knowledge with her partner Adam
Because they sinned omnipotent God punished them
Recalling those events Abram became mindless
Whatever God commanded, Abram did even
Offering up his son Isaac as holocaust
When commanded to journey to a foreign land
Abram abandoned his homeland Ur for Canaan
Abram mindful of God was the first disciple.
Isaiah was a disciple of the Lord God
John the Baptist was a disciple of Isaiah
Jesus was a disciple of John the Baptist
Jews and gentiles became disciples of Jesus
Wherever Jesus went disciples were sure to go
But Jesus Son of Man was an itinerant
Traveling from here to there preaching, miracling
Foretelling disciples of His crucifixion
They followed Him along Via Dolorosa
They saw Him crucified, His corpse wrapped in linen
Buried in a cavernous tomb with large stone door
None of the disciples saw His resurrection
But on the mountain saw and heard risen Jesus
Commanding them to make believers disciples.
2.
And disciples followed their zealot cult leader
Climbing the mountain to its mesa Masada
When their zealot ordered them to maraud they did
When ordered to harass Roman legions they did
When ordered never to surrender they agreed
When ordered to consider sacrifice they did
When ordered to lie down for slaughtering they did
Disciples lay down by family and by friend
The offerings of massive human holocaust
Then one-by-one they were dutifully dispatched
The last murderer falling on his bloodied sword
There on Masada in their temple's fortress close
Passive dependence of mindless disciples was
Converted to zealot-assisted genocide
By their mad cult leader's aggressive superself
By their own sine qua non for hero worship.
3.
And the mindless journeyed to the People's Temple
And were embraced by the advertised cult leader
Who practiced cons of fate healings and miracles
Who imposed himself on their brainscape's low profile
The mass potentiating to divinity
Converting believers to Disciples of Christ
Then they embarked on a great ark to Guyana
There he gathered his disciples in a compound
And recounting mass sacrifice at Masada
Predicted its second coming their salvation
So on the doomsday he called to his disciples
They gathered around him in the compound place where
They celebrated their communal last supper
Performing another miraculous con he
Turned pink lemonade to eucharistic sweet wine
Ritually blessed and flavored with narcotic
Dispensed to disciples their cups flowing over
Served with sun-dried Ricinus seeds frosted with death
Ordered to eat they ate and drank abundantly
Disciples dutifully ate all and drank all
Ordering them to lie down for quick salvation
They all lay down suspended in supine torpor
They waited for salvation to come upon them
They waited for the imagined glory of death
The timeless waiting, waiting for timeless rescue.
4.
In pilgrimage disciples journeyed to Waco
To hear the bearded Davidian cult leader:
"My beloved, happy am I to preach to you
And thereby share with you the glory of our Lord
Today I am going to interpret certain
Visions inscaped in the Book of Revelation.
In Hebron King David had wives and concubines
Number 6 refers to David's wives in Hebron
It was revealed 6 is an imperfect number
But that number 7 is a perfect number
So when King David journeyed to Jerusalem
He saw, conquered, and impregnated Bathsheba
Then had her husband murdered so she could be free
Then marrying her increased his wives to 7
That is why as your leader I have 7 wives.
Now King David had begetting rights with virgins
In his old age King David shivering from cold
Was given a pubertal virgin to warm him
As Davidian prophet I have the same rights
Entitling me to 7 pubertal virgins
One virgin each year over the next 7 years
Each dressed in white nightgown, gold sash, and gold necklace
White refers to purity and gold to riches
Each complemented with different color hair
You mothers will become their dressers and dyers
Your daughters' virgin blood will be offered to the Lord
And when each is with child the Lord's trumpet will blow
And when the 7th the last of them births a child
The Lord's 7 trumpets will blow in unison
The brass section playing for angels in heaven
Celebrating births of 7 Davidians
Outside this temple love is statutory rape
But in this temple love is the love of Lord God
And on judgement day only Lord God will judge us.
Last night I dreamt that I was prophesying woe
When there appeared headless riders on great horses
The riders were ATF agents wearing black
They attacked like a swarm of ravenous locusts
And the horses were Satan's tanks spewing black smoke
Rumbling over our ground splitting it asunder
Peals of deafening thunder came from their ordnance
Their battering ram destroyed walls of our temple
From searchlights descended lightning flashes of fire
Storms rained napalm hail torching us as holocaust
We were sacrificed as on Fortress Masada.
And then 7 trumpets screamed like 7 sirens
And then an angel descended from the red sky
An angel with 7 heads, each with 10 giant eyes
They burned as lasers consuming our attackers
Who fell like Babylon, glory to the Lord God.
There are 24 disciples in this temple
You number 24, is this coincidence?
Are you the 24 elders seated on thrones?
Am I the Root of David, the lamb before God?
Am I the Lamb to be slain for my prophecies"?
5.
And the disciples journeyed to Los Angeles
Dressed in purple tunics, black polyester slacks
High tech white sneakers lasted with magnetic souls
Drawn to their dormitory bunks they lay supine
With great ritual they filled paper chalices
And obedient to manifest fantasy
Drank the distilled deadly opiate wine and in
High paranormal expectation they changed to
Maverick monks with cubist faces who visioned
Superstrings vibrating in the nth dimension
Losing consciousness, they passed through the prism of death
Their souls transmitted from life were collimated
In the narrow divergence aligned for heaven
Oscillating in a chain of coherent waves
Their demented cult leader was first in deep space
Passing on the way golem dressed as Messiah
One-by-one the disciples followed their leader
Like a pod of pilot whales they chased after him
His disoriented bulbous head guides them to
Beach themselves on the exosphere’s high tidal wisps
And there gathered in a thin cloud of dust and gas
Are converted to radiation packets for
Grasping the vaporous tail of Hale-Bopp comet
Then whirling in eccentric orbit they entered
Heaven's Gate to original oblivion.
6.
And the homeless gathered around their cult leader
Inspired by smoking a joint he began preaching:
"I am poor in earthly treasures, consumer goods
But am rich in faith and spiritual treasures
Those rich in consumer goods know that more wants more
Reject these goods by mortifying your wanting
Faith is the treasure sustaining belief in God
Store all your treasures in heaven, not here on earth
The rich possess consumer goods, the poor do not
God is not rich so does not have consumer goods
Therefore God avoids the rich and nurtures the poor
Confirming on them quick access to heaven and
Upon the poorest bestowing heaven on earth
If faith in God is more than in consumer goods
God will bless and comfort you in your poverty
You will rejoice in your hearts so faithful and pure
On judgment day God will command the faithful poor
To collect bones of the rich for building follies
Of skyscraper monuments to consumer goods
If you donate your consumer goods to our cause
You will be assured entitlement to heaven
We do that which God wills because He judges best
He sends to us His will in the Holy Spirit
It comes upon us with intelligence/wisdom
Rescuing doubters and those full of ignorance
Those submitting to His will, they will be redeemed.
From the multitude appeared a heckler asking
"If genes code a will cultured by society
And you renounce your will for His will, who are you"?
Then the cult leader raising his arms responded:
"If you believe in God I will lead you to Him
Follow me as did those disciples of St. Paul".
7.
In a park appeared the unfrocked one now homeless
Climbing a bench he beckoned to passing strollers
And when they gathered around he began preaching:
"The power vested in Latin was forsaken
For the vernacular translations of scholars
Whose ordained vulgarities for Mass correctness
Are proclaimed in dialects mouthed by parish priests
Is Mass the communication for salvation?
Are dialects salvation for Mass media?
Or is living a pious life your salvation?
Addicted to offerings for their receptors
Obsessed with predictable gnawing wants they are
The narcists whose compulsions are greater than God
Whose profane orders send them on their wayward paths
Dressed as laity they convert to mundane habits
Drinking whiskey and smoking contraband Cubans
In motels fornicating with parishioners
Trappist monks listening to radios
Benedictines drunk on their B & B
Swaggering Carthusians declaiming
Priests lusting after sisters ministering
With downcast preying eyes and breast implants
Santerian quacks burning birthmarks on infants
Weeping TV evangelists confessing again.
Meanwhile rabbis argue about who is a Jew
About who are descendants of Sarah and
About side curls hanging in tight pigtail ringlets
About circumcision, dietary habits
Laundering bundles of drug dollars for shekels
Laying on of hands frottaging minor females
Messiah Jesus Jews argue with other Jews
Celebrating in the Feast of Tabernacles
The petrophiles assembled at the Wailing Wall
Praying with deferential bobbing, kissing stone
Is Torahal communication their salvation?
Who among you has need of a priest or rabbi
The one who was once your stolid third floor neighbor?
Know that God never spoke to a priest or rabbi
In scripture Abraham heard the voice of his God
So do those confessed killers waiting in death row
Their deceiving schizoid minds bossing their actions
Know that God's voice is in the minds of believers
Know that God's words issue from hallucinations
That their arguments are blowouts from E. Coli
That power, money, and sex, supersede their God
That oaths to God are broken with impunity
God is a personal read-write powered by faith.
Priests and rabbis say that God imaged us equal
Animating us with his divine energy
Teaching by parables, miracles, and mitzvahs
Exhorting from clouds and messaging by angels
Commanding us to live with love and charity
Elevating even the lowly on welfare
Baptizing the night sky with bright pyrotechnics
If all this is true then who needs interpreters?
Who needs to sit on the right knee of religion
Mouthing the ventriloquies from priests and rabbis?"
8.
And then like drones the discipled diaspora
Gathered around their cult leader to mantra the
Old axiom that superselves attract nonselves:
"When a cult leader speaks the tentative listen
When a cult leader leads the listeners follow
And when a cult leader promises paradise
His followers convert to crouching disciples".
Swarming and fawning about their cult leader's feet and
Suspended as satellites to his persona
They live only for their paranoid cult leader
Who in a seizure of manic revelation
Jumps off a cliff and his tractable disciples
Confused and confounded they follow and jump too.
(Disciples was prompted by nonselves living in the mind of their cult leader’s imagined superself.)
21Mar98
1. Naiad
Long ago in Lower Permian period
Meandering slow flowing streams descended to
Pooling in lowlands creating tepid marshlands
Forming murky algal ponds and coaly black swamps
Whose ebony bottoms of stenchful muck were set
With slimy stone mosaics coalescing with
Putrefaction later redeemed as fossils and
Ageful debris anchoring gooey palisades
Whose tops rose above the mottled water surface.
Secreted there among fallen fronds of shore ferns
Lurks the large voracious aquatic predator
The partially buried dragonfly naiad with
Brown greenish body expertly camouflaged and
Bulbous abdomen syringing in and out for
Sucking water through rectal gills breathing and then
Blowing water through output gills jet propulsing
Large eyes constantly scanning for aquatic prey
When found pursuing with jet speed and approaching
Protracts its terrible collapsible mask and
Closing in with wide open labium pincers
Seizes insects, hatchlings, or small fish fodder then
Retracting slowly its prey-loaded labium
Services its sharp mouth butchering devouring
When finished the ambient naiad restores its
Folding mask until the next serial catch for
Daily sustenance in growing and maturing
In repetitive cycles of molts and instars
Is naiad ravening for metamorphosis.
2. Metamorphosis
In strong form, yielding to its biologic clock
The mature naiad predator begins fasting
Preparing for its final and transforming molt
Impulsed by nature on a balmy summer day
It swims to shore departing for new surroundings
Crawls upon a log, rock, or up a plant stem and
Under ancient orders lingers as refugee
Its wet body veil exposed to airy retreat
Slowly dries to a fragile diaphanous sac
And at the moment of immanent happening
Becomes turgid shattering its dry brittle net
Emerging transformed from the old miracle of
Order Odonata in metamorphosis.
Exposed as convoluted colored insect is
The renowned adult rainbow darner dragonfly
Now pulsing with nature's transcendent energy
Two bulging domes of compound eyes topped by blue spots
Two black bristled antennae sprout from the large head
Coupled to its multicolored sturdy thorax
Striped middorsal with colors from the rainbow that
Long ago fell linear on Permian earth.
Uncoiling a segmented and striped abdomen it
Unfolds the two sets of Insecta's longest wings
Four gossamers sun drying in prep for preflight
Now fully emerged the soft teneral adult
Completely helpless, itself vulnerable prey
Trembles in fear and quivers with each puff of wind
Remaining motionless as a twig on a branch
It rests to gain strength and confidence then begins
Stretching extending its abdomen to slender
Fluttering to exercise its four fragile wings
Practicing for its fledgling flight in bright sunlight.
3. Predation
Warily surviving preflight exercises
The fully elongated and flexed dragonfly
Clings to its transforming perch like insectal cross
Four outstretched gossamers glossed with pearly dew
Its delicate wing lace adorned with iridescence
The newly adapted adult programmed hungry
Swivels its large oval head scanning for prey with
Two geodesic domes of multifaceted lens
Calibrated for close-ups or far reconnaissance
Then zoom! it takes off with full power on demand
And with wing beats timed for high speed interception
It pounces upon a happening flying midge
Seizing with piercing spines on long flexible legs
Feeding crusher jaws working in sync with sharp teeth
Voracious appetite devouring by the chunk
Cruising for more it suddenly stops and in a
Single body length reverses direction and
Flying backward captures an escaping insect
In the morning rush the dragonfly day tripper
Commutes feeding along the way at local stops
There a black fly seeing the colossal shadow
Freezes motionless feigning still life as wall spot
But with magnifying close-up lens the dragonfly
Inspects seizes and quickly devours the black fly
Then more air-to-air hits capturing consuming
In one ravenous foray makes a series of
Air-to-air hits devouring in prey its own weight
Pigging out at midsummer's Luculan banquet
The beneficial predatory ace hunts near
The homeless feeding on their deciduous lice
Gorging for muscling up to mating potency
Older than dinosaurs and more predatory
Is orionry pursuing carnivory.
Dragonfly insect most predaceous
Capturing consuming black fly so delicious
And devours bloody mosquito so nutritious.
4. Patrolling
Bulked up the dragonfly cruises as potent male
Searching pond surface for attractive mating zone
Claiming a likely spot begins patrolling it
Zooming back and forth over the selected place
Observing with domed faceted eyes, flying with
Insect's longest biwings antiphased for max lift
Superstructured with venal articulation
Their four leading edges marked with red stigmata
Streamlined fuselage with old Odontan markings
Tapering tail assembly with double rudders.
From shore she watches her potential virile mate
Convinced she leaves her perch flying out to join him
But approaching fast is a darner intruder
Invading their intended water rendezvous
The patroller converting to interceptor
Scrambles climbing straight up towards the intruder
Above they circle making tentative passes
And then leveling off cruise in appraisal mode
From below she watches with great expectation
Suddenly full power, top speed, the fight is on!
Interceptor in hot pursuit one o'clock high
Dives with daring closure at the intruder then
In mid-air collision bursts from mandibled and
Leggery armament damage the intruder
They skim over the drink buzzing algal patches
Doing follow-the-leader in tail-nose tandem
Doing horizontal rolls, power dives, tight turns
Interweaving tactics of darning maneuvers
His silver wings shoot shards of reflected sunlight
More bursts of aggression hit the intruder and
With its mating moves precluded it flies away
Controlling the mating sky the interceptor
Confirming victory dips his tapered wings and
Makes his conquering pass over expectant she.
5. Mating
Watching waiting patiently on the waterbed
Beckoning with svelte undulating abdomen
Her hurrahs hailing her ace as mating partner
He responds buzzing flying circles around her
She follows his flight path to mating destiny
They frolic midair in sexual skirmishes
Skim the mating water doing skinny-dipping
Zigging and zagging in mating exuberance
They roll over exposing their underbellies
Falling for her hero ace she goes down in flames
As he spins out trailing her pheromone tracers
The antics of preeminent aerialists
Throwing air-to-air kisses and telepets then
Tail erect flashing to his inamorata
They partner dancing with great pilobolus leaps
He catches her midair and they come together
Engaging in ancient 69 love embrace
With cerci claspers he holds her head in bondage
Confined in sadistic ecstasy she trembles
While he transfers sperm to her depository
The two airborne lovers hover copulating
Their sexcapades translated in Kama Sutra.
With eggs fertilized they break mating embrace and
With the end of her abdomen she deposits
Thousands of eggs in the watery nursery
Patrolling he hovers protecting her labor
After their winging courtship, mating, and birthing
The mating partners weaken and collapsing die
But in the nourishing water eggs are hatching
Beginning another Odontan cycle for
Immature naiads celling predatory genes.
(Dragonfly was prompted by its awesome appearance and beneficial predation.)
18Feb98
Deep sleep calibrates the wave functions selecting
The search engine heuristically sorting queries
Ranking pages etched in mind's memory network
Retrieving for display the most probable dreams.
1.
In sleep I relinquishing control to my dreamons
And surrender without volition to dreaming
To restless sensory signals of dream waves and
With nature's dream control I'm escorted under
The bright canopy of corpus callosum to
The brain stem which ushers me to my reserved seat
There with eyes closed clearly see projected on my
Occipital screen the night's mystery movies
Produced by intrinsics hitting on memories
Gated through refractory neural circuitry
Creating capricious hallucinations for
Dramas produced by bending time, warping action
The recombinance of arcane and familiar
Updated for revival of old dreams or those
Newly created for feature presentation
Uncontrolled emotion raving in turbulence
Caught in chemistry of high-energy chaos.
2.
Trumpeting and mustering all my ‘she visions’
Her precessional ghost vanguarding for her self
Semaphores with body language the night's dream show
Now appearing on a supramodal catwalk
The composite model enhanced with nylon lace
A flowing cloud charged with photons and dark matter
In passing her diverse soft rays penetrate me
Swivel-hipping on the catwalk she turns and looks
The lady from pons posing, I give her my line
Responding she brazenly exhibits her mons
Smiling she whispers the exhortative "party"
But her tare weight wafted off-screen, she disappears
Yearning for her embrace, absence recalls scenes of
Virtual she in psychoactive seduction
Reappearing she gnaws walls of my glial cells
And treads on tender pubic mounds of my pole mast
Exposing probability of quantum love
Whose electrochems pump the sweet enzyme ions
Caressing her valenced ready receptor and
There penetrate with new charge the cherrystone heel
Of the slickly smoothed and tightly crevassed beauty
Now bossing the recycling of my memory
And at the bellicose moment of love's transfer
Impromptu interrupters knock on my dream door
They strap me immobile for PETting my psyche
Exposing internals that once laid upon her
Then disappearing from my visual cortex
The starlet of psychodrama exits as whore
Abandoning me in synaptic micro space.
Her limpid eyes lighthouse scan the male horizon
A man of war dares ride the last quarter high tide
Slipping on her storm battered green slimed rocky shore
Drowns and sinks to the bottom strewn with men of war
In Circean mode she keeps scanning horizon.
3.
Frustrated awake, sleep again relents to REM
Strangers open locked doors taking over my home
Intruders pass through walls and windows unbroken
When first I try shooting them my gun misfires then
When I shoot them at point blank range they keep coming
Approaching with bloodless gunshot holes they attack
With flaming torches forcing me out the back door
Surrounding me are wisps of luminous blue flames
Avoiding them I step into a stinking swamp
Escaping I fall into a brick-lined dark well
In sewer sludge gasping for air I sink deeper
Crying out for help hear a crow mocking caw-caw
Sinking falling flight 4 a.m. is going down.
Later intimate friends are transformed to unknowns
To strangers whose malicious intentions ignite
The purgatorial fires punishing me for
Losing my parked car again, losing my way home
Stranded on an abandoned highway of no rides
Searching for a way home I walk on its shoulder
Then stumbling down the embankment find a culvert
I crawl through it to the other side of nowhere
I tell my story but they do not believe me
They say my truthful statements are Aesop fables.
4.
She is the love stored in deep level memory
Retrieved in dreams by steadily imaging REM
Recreating the harvest of love's last pressing
When she passes men greet her with cherished aves
With adoring faces moonlocked and transfixed eyes
They adorn her with XY chromosome bijoux
And then salute her with raised tumblers of new wine.
Dancing to Bartok's exotic Mandarin Suite
We hold each other close and when we break I see
Her female cutting enzymatic ribozymes
Splicing and weaving its parts from female basket
To spindle converging in penile erection
With a wicked wry smile she markets deception
Displayed as recurring monster pursuing me
I run and it follows and when hiding it finds
I confront it with raised stiletto and stabbing
Its slender blade pierces a heart begging for pain.
5.
Exiting through the back door of my consciousness
I wait for rescue by deenergized brain waves
Beseeching the quick return of electricals
Whose low levels restart sleep's equilibrium
Struggling I wake from nightmare's dream paralysis.
(Dreaming was prompted by experiences imposed during sleep.)
16Jan98
After sleeping is the waking for appointments
Calculating start-stop sets for the day's driving
Getting into cars, driving, and then getting out
Starting and stopping amid pork barrel roadwork
Coping with closed lanes, road barriers, traffic lights
Steering through Olympic obstacles courses and
Driving to avoid moving violations and
Road rage fingered with obscene staccato gestures
From here to there and then back again to here the
Herky-jerky flights of restive yellow jackets
Phantom images flickering through optic nerves
Passing through closed windows road noise beating eardrums
On turnpikes, up and down ramps, around cloverleaves
Human packets of energy all in motion
Like electrons shelling atomic nuclei
Jumping from one lane to a probable other
Speeding on multilane highways are those drivers
Detouring from their repressed true meridians
Driving isogonic lanes to nowhere and back.
(Driving was prompted by people who choose to spend their time operating motor vehicles.)
26Oct98
From locus me the path divided to east, west
One path set with metered markers, the other not
Taking the path not metered I realized that
It was harassed by unexpected obstacles
That at its end was also the other path's end
The two ending side-by-side at a barrier
A high thick wall having two adjacent closed doors
Their top halves inset with panels of frosted glass
Opaquing to unknown behind the two green doors.
Behind the right door, the shadow of a bent human
Moving with extended arm, in its hand a thing
Then was heard metered beating of a metronome
Then an old man's angry raspy voice so remote
The stamping of boiler plate slow poetic quote
Verse series droning of one and two syllables
Punctuated by a rare three-syllable word
The numbing recitation of daDUM ... daDUM.
Stepping left, standing in front of the other door
Saw no shadows behind the frosted glass panel
Heard no verse series of daDUM ... daDUM sermon
Opening the door, appraised an empty mute space
Inside a steady thought stream of what could be wrought
But knew I'd be alone without a metronome.
(Frosted was prompted by poetry made nonsensical by maintenance of the chosen meter and rhyme.)
16Sep99
Well fed and pampered and given spending money
They do no chores either before or after school
They are idlers who do no schoolwork or homework
And even though they flunk tests and drop out of school
Experts proclaim they have artistic emotion
That they are gifted with great hand intelligence
That their sullying graffiti is modern art
But their hand intelligence is artificial
It is the practice of a foreign subculture
Assaulting property with tall cans of spray paint
In hands of immigrant field workers revenging
The brutal and greedy patróns of their birth land
The have nots spraying rebellion upon the have's
Lawless hands doing colorful protests are the
Chromodynamics of urinary spraying
Defiling destroying our memorials with
Mortuary black devoid of any respect
And the funds for cleaning up their fulsome follies
Should be deducted from their monthly welfare checks.
(Graffiti was prompted by uncivil spray painters having no respect for private or public property.)
21Apr99
Abandoned long ago by his starving parents
His advances disdained by a lovely milkmaid
Renouncing most personal and worldly desires
Becoming the incarnated specter of Self
Sadhu now wears only a soiled loincloth and beads
Possessing only a water pot and trident
Travels wilderness paths praying with cadenced steps
Encounters a stream and dipping his water pot
Drinks polluted water which for him is immuned
By Hindu trinity - Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva
With these and other gods as constant companions
He follows a dusty dirt road to a village
There with water pot for alms and trident becomes
Avatar of a god mingling with devotees.
Returning to forest isolation Sadhu
A solitary squatter in a cave's entrance
Complies with vows of poverty and chastity
While fingering beads he prays to meditation
Penetrating local tangible barriers
Contemplating there the setting sun and beyond
To the deep space of Brahman's wondrous firmament
To Indra whose thousand eyes look back at him and
To the bright star Sirius barking at sinners
Calling them to the Ganges and Jumna rivers
Where they rush headlong into absolving waters
To bathe away all their accumulated sins
Perhaps be among the favored trampled to death
Thereby dying sinless in those honored waters
Survivors prepare banquets for ants and monkeys
With vermillion paint faces of cows then feed them
If you injure or kill a cow you rot in hell
But blessed are those who cut off heads of goats
And those fanatics who decapitate Moslems
Then offer the severed gory heads to Kali.
It is day, it is brain concentrate, it is night
Sadhu is deep within himself meditating
The wandering holy man becoming yogi
Master of the network controlling impulses
Disciplined mind manipulating chemistry
He is selectively comatose in a trance
Squatting on a giant pink lotus blossom floating
Reposing there as iridescent hummingbird
Depressing heartbeats to hibernate level
Then increasing heartbeats to dipole mania
Suspending breathing then hyperventilating
Flowing through the physicals of his systems and
Listening to their fluctuating frequencies
Sadhu becomes man/woman, being/nonbeing
Mind and body at one with eternal Self
Living alone in universal solitude
In impersonal ultimate reality.
First was the omnipresent essence of Brahman
From his contemplative powers came the Knowing
From the Knowing there issued the spirit of Self
From spirit of Self issued Hindu trinity
Brahma creator became karmic hydrogen
Vishnu preserver became karmic helium
Shiva destroyer became karmic lithium
And from them subsequent reincarnations
Look!
Shiva is dancing to virtual music of
+ and – whose waves play different rhythms.
(Holy Man was prompted by the mind’s control of body.)
29Sep98
In the great hall invited guests celebrate the
Silver anniversary of husband and wife
Whose true love transcends weary marriage affection
When in a lab smock a captious party crasher
Questioned the reality of their ideal love
Offering to test their love he was jeered by guests
Convinced her love was truly absolute the wife
Challenged the party crasher to prove her love false
So he injected her with 100cc.
Paralyzed midgap between sleeping and dreaming
She modulates descending to oblivion
Her sparkling eyes transform to occluding blank stare
Her winsome smile languishes in synthetic frown
And former defiance converts to submission
While high energy depresses to inertia
Her once esteemed sophisticated aloofness
Now disregarded sinks below recovery
Her alluring supple body becomes stiff while
Autistic molecules preserve her in limbo.
Guests beg her to recur but she does not respond
Does not respond to her husband's loving touches
Or react to his endearing whispers of love
Beholding her he's agape in bewilderment
Their once combined will is now her singular will
Love's reciprocal chemistry is now one way
What was once adorable is now repugnant
Embracing her he feels only her abstraction
She now ignores his skillful nuchal caresses
Love's foreplay once exciting is now insipid
Entreaty does not remedy his impotence.
Searching through the index of her expansive smile
He retrieves compressed bits of her melancholy
Trying to arouse unaware Eurydice
Orpheus finds only an autistic syndrome
The silver lover despairing at his loss weeps
Depressed celebratory guests also weep and
Even the smiling sedentary Buddha weeps.
(Injection was prompted by chemistry controlling our bodies.)
6Jan98
The Indian campesino Juan Diego
Deeply inhaling marihuana for 3 days
Sees incarnate the Virgin of Guadalupe
The supernal virgin approaching commands him
"Juan go to America, compensate for gold
Pillaged from Mexico by ravager Cortez".
In campaigns of incursive effrontery
Flowing to deluge through porous southern borders
Or floating on rolling tidal swells of high seas
The meek heirs of the third world invade el norte
Ignoring our laws, sovereignty, and warnings
Unskilled millions of poor easily penetrate
Unprotected superpower America
Getting revenge by settling in America
Doing to it that which the Spanish did to them.
Juan and Maria crossing over "sin frontera"
Their inexorable northward migration is
Welcomed by socialists rewarding invaders
With prized welfare checks trading trespass for votes and
Bestowing upon pregnant women invaders
Mexicaid for exuberant fecundity
Zygotes to multiple right-angle cleavages
More and more to embryonic layers of skin
To uncontrolled expansion of population
Congesting the third world road to dystopia
Increasing exponentially the census count
Stressing to morbidity schools and services
While effluent raw sewage defiles the clean sea.
While congress debates placebo restrictions
Politicians vote for party incumbency
Adding congressional districts annulling the
Constitution with enclaves of illegal voters
Proudly making Spanish their official language.
During the playing of the Stars Spangled Banner
Americans stand erect in solemn ritual
Sitting, laughing, drinking cerveza Corona
Illegals mock us shouting "Viva México"
Remember that Rome was bloated with immigrants
And that it was immigrant emperors who first
Ignored Res Romana and then abandoned Rome
Offering open roads to barbarian hordes.
(Invasion was prompted by millions of illegal immigrants from south of U.S. borders who, with impunity, continue to invade America).
4Jul98
1.
It happened the Lord reclaimed Eve's leather garments
When Adam saw her naked they had intercourse
With the Lord's help she conceived and bore a son Cain
Conceiving again bore another son Abel
Cain became a farmer and Abel a shepherd
One day while Cain was cultivating his crops and
Abel was shepherding his flock the sky darkened
A cumulus cloud descended upon them and
From it a commanding voice asked for offerings
So Cain and Abel gathered stones for an altar
Cain placed on the altar offerings from the soil
The best of his grains, vegetables, and sweet fruit
Abel slaughtered his prized firstling, rendered fat, and
Placed the carcass and bowl of fat on the altar
From the cloud was heard again the commanding voice:
"Cain's cultured offering is not acceptable
But Abel's pastoral offering pleases me"
Then the talking cloud lowered and approaching them
Became intense sunlight blinding Cain and Abel
When a blast of gale force wind blew away the cloud
The pastoral offering disappeared with it.
2.
Because the Lord had chosen Abel's offering
Cain was envious of Abel and then one day
While they worked adjacent fields Abel fell asleep
Cain rounded up Abel's firstlings and slaughtered them
Then spread their blood over the soil enriching it
So that his next offering would please the Lord God
Upon waking Abel realized what happened
Enraged, cursing, fisting his staff he attacked Cain
They struggled and in that struggle Cain slew Abel.
The next day when Cain was tilling the rich red soil
He noticed the same cloud approaching hovering
Heard again the same commanding voice inquiring:
"Cain you are farming green shoots sprouting from red soil
But Abel's flock goes unattended, where is he?"
Recounting the murderful struggle Cain declaimed:
"I offered You the best of my organic crops
Their beta carotenes, vitamins, minerals
Yet You discriminated against me choosing
Abel's blood red marbleized meat and rendered fat
Increasing LDL and heart disease and stroke
Creating tension between farmer and shepherd
Between sedentary worker and commuter
Creating a schism between my brother and me
I was the older one yet You chose the younger
Was I not the first issued from my mother's womb?"
3.
Then the cloud darkened, its commanding voice now stern:
"Because the serpent spit you from your mother's womb
Are you now raising Cain against the Almighty?
Are you sin crouching in the mind of a tiller?
You polluted pristine soil with your brother's blood
It cries out to me from the earth I created
Now the soil's produce will not be sweet but bitter
And even though your name is cognate with the plow
I alienate you from your plow and this land
I command you no longer till land you defiled
Furthermore I banish you from east of Eden
Now depart with the remainder of Abel's flock
To more easterly land called Nod, there in exile
To wander in desolation and solitude
To repent and make acceptable offerings
Search for a cave whose low entrance is marked with stones
As many stones as Abel's firstlings you slew and
There waiting inside you’ll find a nubile virgin
You will cease to wander; she will bear you a son.
(Offering was prompted by the Biblical fable Cain and Abel.)
23Jan98
On golden mycelial hair mold stroking wall
Climbing depositing its slimy signature
Wiping it off, it retaliates missioning
Its aerosol toxin squadrons to attack you
Then in a cold sweat, ears ringing from nausea
Gasping for air, dizzy, and disoriented
You fall unconscious to black silent suspension
Your confused neurotransmitters retreating are
Profoundly descending the ladder you once climbed
Descending to chemical cognition only
Revived, you see the faces asking for your name
Contaminated you cannot remember it
And after that you live as mobile toxic site.
In new chemical soup the latent ravager
Comes out updated to a designer toxin
With old gusto attacks the overnutrified
Rich in refined sugar and saturated fat
Latching onto you, injects its deadly toxin
Abrading your skin, killing your killer B cells
Eating in bloody blemishes of open sores
Serviced by cells of impoverished immunity
Feasting to surfeit, ingesting your energy
Omnific pathogen changes color, shape, size
Transforming itself to an unknown plantimal.
We try exterminating it but it survives
In a hot oven it withdraws to a hard cyst
Immersed in acid it sprouts flagella and swims
Drowned in bleach it turns to blue toxic zoospore
Isolated in a dry covered petri dish
It migrates ameba-like changing mass and shape
It cycles from real to virtual plantimal
To ghostly stealthy neutrino made manifest
And in its body exotic molecules code
Chemical bonds of creational treachery.
In spite of our elaborate double helix
And gene diversity for macromolecules
Simple single-cell pathogens are killing us
Lord in our humble ignorance we beseech you
Why did you create and bestow them upon us?
Do you favor the simple over the complex?
Are you punishing us for inherited wealth
Our cellular and biological riches?
(Pathogen was prompted by invisible viruses attacking, damaging, and killing us.)
3Aug99
Without commingling mother and fetus are joined
With embracing arms of chorional enclosure
Interacting with binding umbilical tie
Sustaining fetal life with librating process
Inputting digested food and her oxygen
Outputting fetal carbon dioxide and waste
Even in hard times of personal malfunction
She creates the care inhibiting expulsion
Till timely maturation compels the fetus
To exit through the now open bony suture
And after 9 months of dedicated support
Rather than extrapolate the value of love spent
To potential for new life the placenta is
Is discarded and abandoned like useless trash.
(Placenta was prompted by the life sustaining vascular organ discarded after birth.)
13Aug99
1.
He is composed by contrived polls configured for
Correct politician animated to vane
Swinging wildly in gusts of public opinion
Steadying at last in the strongest direction.
With cadre of dirty tricksters spinning canards
He executes with sinuous moves and head fakes
Conning naive voters who like Europeans
Clamor for more and greater government largesse
Attracting soccer moms, NAG, NOW virago tribes
He treads the news wheel weaving colorful whole cloth
Then emulating old wild west snake oil peddlers
Avenges post war northern carpetbaggers by
Reconstructing our nation from its protocols
To lawless dictatorial vulgarities.
The recessive (r) white president deferring
To devoted and dominant (R) black racists
Becomes inverted Oreo redeemer who
With camera empathy and feeling their pain
Sermons from bully pulpit proclaiming with tears
"Give me our poor minorities and illegals
I will succor them with more promises of aids
They will inherit America the diverse".
Pacifying and stroking he prophesies as
Villainous Iago lying to Othello.
Eluding duty the president encounters
The eager young female intern and together
They furtively cruise White House hallways searching for
A secret alcove, fortuitous rendezvous
Where they reprise di nuovo their plaintiff May song
In matinee performance frolic in prelude
To lovers' pastorale "Afternoon of a Faun"
Featuring the swell organ with labial pipes
Moaning intro, adagio incited to
Andante passioned to allegro assai
To finale molto esspressivo and the
Whispering denouement of unequal voices.
2.
Opposers of the president's behavior claim:
"This nation conflicted by wavering mores
Is engaged in a great ethical argument
Examining whether a sitting president
May at the discretion of his lewd vagary
Violate with impunity his affirmed oath
By obstructing a judicial procedure and
By gratifying his rampant sexual wants
Doing illicit sex in the Oval Office
And under oath questioned about l'affaire he lied
And then covered up that lie with many more lies".
Supporters of the grotesque apostasy argue:
"That the consenting act between Adam and Eve
And pursuit of happiness especially when
Combined with sexual privacy establish
Priority over law and social duty
Subordinating both to pesky carnal wants
Whose hot compulsions overrule jurisprudence
That sex is a matter of multiple choice and
That choosing illicit sex is a personal act
Neither oppressing nor damaging the nation
That lying about l'affaire was justified to
Spin a protective web around his family
Leaving inviolable the president's sworn oath
Precluding therefore procedures for impeachment".
3.
The intractable brat grown scornful of morals
The president comparted by color and sex
Is now the white and black checkerboard androgyne
The white executive and black Wanton Willy
Looks like a man but jogs and emotes like woman
Their interaction creating the Slick Willy
The Merlin graduate who for his own pleasure
Deceives his family, his staff, the public, and
As husband, father, and lecherer proclaims that
He does not know the meanings of words "is" and "sex"
He is presidential hypocrite with aplomb
Who on network TV and with crook'd forefinger
Points directly at viewers and lies cum laude
Biting his lower lip lies summa cum laude
He is Judas kissing the lips of Jesus or
Catiline masquerading as bold Cicero.
Chuckling with fondling executive privilege
Grinning like used car salesman, bawls convincingly:
"Rabid Republicans in the House may impeach
But I've counted votes in the Senate and in our
Democracy, unlike a dictatorship, votes count
In this case truth is pawned until redeemed by vote".
Outraged opponents allege that the president
Obstructed justice and committed perjury
And to the best of his ability did then
Preserve, protect, and defend himself against the
Defenses of weak women whom he assaulted
Women now living incognito and hiding
Fearing his White House secret Praetorian Guard.
Virtuous opponents furthermore allege that
He is the front desk clerk of a short-stay motel
Renting for his own profit our Lincoln bedroom
Ringing hi-tech bells from his dark campaign kiosk
Barking with feeling his treasonous simony
For eliciting contributions from Chinese.
4.
He rides bareback the democratic headstrong ass
Stanced catatonic amid a high narrow bridge
It pomps in tantrum with raucous heehaw! heehaw!
He incites road rage in drivers trying to cross
From perjury and obstruction to removal.
He is destroyer, stonewaller, and onanist
Prevaricator taking evasive action
The narcist accruing to glaring arrogance
He is the impeached rake begging for bland censure
The church-going Bible-carrying president
Catechized by men of the cloth whose cowardice
Applies scriptured burning coals purging virtue from
Sermonizing lips proclaiming from pulpits their
Conversion from religious to civil doctrine
With shepard’s compassion their judicious silence
Tacitly forgives the serial carnal sins
And transgressions of trust by the lawless bully
Confirmed smug liar sitting in his stinking pew
Teflon president with piano roll rep sheet
Renowned for epic apologetic mantras.
Outside it's a White House but inside it's black hell
Administered by presidential malfeasance
His staffers leak to those supportive reporters
Whose empathy edits out scarlet from scandal,
Bribed by White House phone calls, and galas, and dinners
Buttressing TV anchors and reporters are
Rewarded with a lifetime supply of tissues
To clean their penetrating brown-nose reporting.
Also surrendering to polls are senators
Reposing like megalith heads in the desert
Stern and silent stonewalls in the tawdry crossfire
Defaced by cowardice and incumbent status
They nullify the impeachment trial of the
Arrogant, intransigent, reckless president
Defending to acquittal the indefensible
Justice does not derive from law or righteousness
It derives from those high few sitting in judgement.
On White House lawn the smug sleazy president is
Self-stroking peacock showing spread tail coverts
With contrite demeanor struggling to repress gloating
The great con man of political ways and means
Reads his summary statement solemnly affirming:
"Today let's pledge ourselves to merit badge duty".
5.
Acquitted the vainglorious president now
Parties effusively as Nero musician
Playing the saxophone while dodging streamers and
Under the rain of confetti beats bongo drums
Chug-a-lugs bourbon, puffs on a Cuban cigar
Its smoke rising to the Oval Office ceiling
There easily coalescing with corruption
Hail to the chief! the toady one with cold slimed skin
The most devious and corrupt of presidents
Look!
In Gilbert Stuart's great painting Washington weeps.
(President was prompted by con man W. J. Clinton.)
10Feb99
1.
She is there in the bedroom of her mean marriage
Coping with her abandonment and depression
Her visceral desires manifested in the
Adoration of adulterous madonna
Outing from divorce to self celebration and
Under the influence of PR happenings
Forsakes Vesta's hearth to nurture her orphaned heart
Doing nunnery fasting then Roman feasting
Pigging out then fleeing to vomitorium
Is bouffant blonde crowned with tear drop tiara and
Cara bare shoulders dropped to cleavage and slit skirt
In haute couture of high pounds lost to charity
Her follied body adorned with jewels becomes
Royal model affirmed by photo op schedule
With public frenzy lensed for celebrity she
Treks through crowds roiling at train stations and airports
And after seducing paparazzi cries "No"!
Censuring invasive probes from camera strobes
Jetéing from privacy to publicity
Visiting many but ministering to none
Then escaping from paparazzi she replays
St. Ursula killed with her fleeing companions
Now she's gone consumed by a media black hole
Long live the dead princess on tabloid front pages
With high point bolding of condolences for the
Princess under lens served for hungry public
Weeping at the loss of their pulped-up heroine.
2.
Women no longer dress her in Versace gowns
Or sunbathe beside her on Caribbean isles
Or mimic the soughing mew of her love making
Then gossip about it in camera klatches
Longing for their date in absentia men lament
Losing trysting rights in love cabins of plush yachts
For pleasure going down with her designer gown
For the stirruped legs of the royal succubus
They program the fantasy of mock intercourse.
In addled emotion of heroine worship
The spectacle of fans living celebrity
Relinquishing their common personas for hers
They cawcus for public worship of their princess
Devoted to her, purge themselves of themselves
Living for her, in her, through her, all about her
Lugubrious fans auditioning for TV
Weep in public at the demise of their princess
Mimicking the mawkish exhibition of those
North Korean professional mourners wailing
Hysterically at the death of their leader
The tyrant whose doles sustained their dependant lives
Grounding themselves in abject mortification
Acting out the learned compulsions of brainwashing.
Travel agents sell day tours to her moated grave
Where paparazzi pay just to photograph it
Where devotees resurrect their fond memories
And make offerings of memorial bouquets.
(Princess was prompted by the death of Diana, Princess of Wales.)
15Sep97
In summer's after-rain misting vaporizing
Dissipating in a clearing sky exposes
The goddess Iris with her multicolored bow
Shooting arrows of sunlight at water droplets
Piercing their thin membranes whose passive resistance
Bends sunlight downward to droplets' opposite sides
Their concave mirrors reflect the bent sunlight to
Liquid prisms splitting it to waveforms exiting
With diffraction to sunlight's visible spectrum
Tingeing the sky with a message from Olympus
Narrowly broadcast in soft osmotic layers
Arrayed arching for rainbow's chromatic colors
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet
Red band arching outside, violet band inside
And close observation reveals that there is a
A second dim rainbow whose ghostly arching bands are
Mirror images of the primary rainbow
With color reversals from violet to red
What a great retinal treat for my cones and rods!
At my back, setting sun on the horizon
Projects a circle hovering above earth
Overwhelmed by its chromodynamic display
And perceiving Iris' mysterious raiment
I genuflect with reverential proofs awe and joy.
(Rainbow was inspired by its extraordinarily colorful and enigmatic display.)
26Apr99
1.
It came to pass that on Pentecostal Sunday
The sky darkened, thunder shook the earth, and lightning
Struck him with burning jolts of the Holy Spirit
Charging cerebral hemispheres with electrum
Generating in both sides electrical storms
Surging to create the babble of multitudes
Many possessed by God declaimed in tongue and their
Synaptic seizures symptomed by loud crossfire were
Subdued by angelic decryption of God's will
Commanding the victimized to spread the good news
The commandments of the messiah Jesus Christ
Promises to believers of loving welfare
Of purification through remission of sin
And upon death resurrection in his heaven
And so it was the apostle took to the road
Provisioned with determined faith, backpack, and staff
He spread in serial marathons the good news
Throughout Asia, Greece, and also in haughty Rome
Preaching faith in promises of intervention
And for converts to the faith future redemption
On the road faith was repeated as hearsay prayers
Scriptured to devotional rote of religion.
2.
Strolling in the road's shoulder his back to traffic
Thumbing for a ride to anywhere to nowhere
Is the hippie hitchhiker with backpack and beard
Compulsed for constant movement he arrives to leave
Being on the road he escapes from himself in
Opiate cycles of arrivals/departures
Escaping from the constancy of your mores
Accompanied by the fugitive in his mind
He wanders over highways instead of deserts
His wandering mind bypassing bad memories
Unbathed and unkempt depressed to a foul odor
The discarded sad sack moves closer to traffic
Straddling the white line deciding which way to step
Is hippie with Jesus beard begging the Father
Without looking back steps into the traffic lane
Then horns blowing and cars swerving in close drivebys
He steps back onto the shoulder and off the road
To a grassy croft and there weeps in solitude
Moaning in soothing tones of Gregorian chant
While attendant crows applaud in strident cawcus
There in nature's confessional prays for rescue
By the driver who will take him to paradise
The driver who will redeem him from the highway.
(Roadsters was prompted by those compulsed to be on the road.)
2Oct98
Once more fierce polar flows sweep down descending
With leonine fury upon New England spring
Pouncing down on it with flakes of ponderous snow
Layer upon layer weighting down its stout trees
With a white winter blanket ladened with wet snow
At first a few inches, later 6 then 8 inches
Stressed beyond tolerance can be heard the groaning
Complaints of branches cracking, breaking, and falling
Snapping power lines, some shorting in blue fireballs
Their long needles latticing snow, pine tree branches
Crack and split then submitting to gravity fall
All over the thawing ground and roads are scattered
The ligneous bones of March's lion kill and
Tall trees uprooted by their top-heavy white crowns.
Nearby a tulip tree toppled into the pond
Its once towering trunk now the long bridge between
Its uprooted land half and crown half in water
The winter silhouette of its high bouffant crown
Is now a lowly half crown swimming in water
Balanced by an uprooted mat 10 feet across
Its exposed feeder roots and fragile hair roots are
Drying hardening in frigid March wind the roots
Look like fossilized fingers of Italian Ice Man
Later official springtime's warm nourishing days
Invigorate the floating skeletal half crown
Can those nubs be buds about to sprout and flower?
Look!
It's alive! the Frankenstein half crown is blooming
Showing broad green tulip leaves making me wonder
If later there will be soft yellow tulip pods?
The half crown having abandoned ancestral roots
Is coping, living in its present condition
So who needs roots, who needs those dead roots of the past?
(Roots was prompted by the tulip tree that fell into the nearby pond during the Connecticut storm 15Mar99.)
27Mar99
From solitary confinement in mother's womb
From the painful extraction to the first viewing
Screaming at the spectacle of public exposure.
When street culture attempts to come in from the cold
Trying to make it, aware of incompetence
Screaming to release fears of impending failure.
The English disadvantaged they too are screaming
Screaming with frustration because of failing grades
Screaming with joy when they're socially promoted
In college screaming because they can't read or write.
Unable to stop government debit spending
The X-generation screams in mournful chorus
Screaming at vanishing social security.
Screaming that healthcare is defrauding medicare
That nurse pretenders stick them with blunt used needles
Injecting them with drug resistant pathogens.
Screaming that union corruption costs consumers
That barratrous union bosses are strike makers
That strikers greedy for power walk picket lines
Displaying antics auditioning for TV.
Screaming that academy-graduated cops
In fits of rage brutalize innocent people
Mauling and murdering with choke holds and gunfire.
Screaming that broadway plays are all about staging
That Hollywood movies are computer cartoons
That TV programs shoot dumb-dumb scenes at viewers.
Crying dishevelled she's screaming he date-raped her
He's screaming that she gave him genital herpes
Two howlers screaming from the jungle canopy.
Unable to react rationally they scream
Or unable to speak coherently they scream
Screaming at every vexation, titillation
Screaming with all their attendant hysteria
They are screamers of their own insecurity.
(Screamers was prompted by the societal hysteria of young adults.)
26Oct98
They see it on Hollywood's panoramic screens
They see it on TV's smaller intimate screens
They see it on the internet's computer screens
They - are the emulators of pixeled killers
It - is our nation's bad manners and decadence
Shown in dehumanizing TV and Movies.
1.
Screenings of Colosseum revivals display
The human model morphed to brute phenotype in
Wild sprees of gratuitous anger gone berserk
Sponsors of slaughter selling with impunity
Terminators murdering with assault weapons
Slaying with swords and butchering with machetes
While criminals and drug lords become the mentors
Counselling impressionable adolescents
On dangerous paths to evil activities
Blowing away unsuspecting handy classmates
To the constant droning background of gangster rap
From deep rooted bodies mutilated with gold
Their mocking talk music missioning subculture
Their vacuous lyrics of minority rap
Pounding like Gestapo on majority doors.
2.
In sprawling crowded mall the boy toddler is lost
Stalked by two young boys seduced by the screenings of
Hyperactive satanic games, mayhem, murder
Smiling they approach the toddler with outstretched hands
Abandoned confused the toddler gives his hand to
Guardians of his temporary custody
The handing three stroll leisurely to railroad tracks
Stopping at the place called Calvary Crossing and
There the youths act out mimicking their screen heroes
One casts the first stone then the other casts a stone
Their catapult arms stoning the helpless toddler
Coloring him all over black, blue, and bloody
Stoned to a grounded heap the desperate toddler’s
Frantic cries are broadcast to heaven's empty space
With childish mewing begs for his mom and mercy
Ignoring his plea one apprentice murderer
Picks up a discarded rusted iron bar and
Pummels the crouching, defenseless, moaning toddler
Stunning to coma, breaking, squashing to expose
Pediatric muscle, sinew, his white bone and
Cerebroid billows oozing through rift skull fractures
Juggernaut crushing the grounded kidnabbed toddler
Excited with thrill genes turned high the other youth
Picks up iron spikes for stigmatizing the toddler
Piercing in abundance his hands and feet and side
Abandoned by God, angels, and even St. Vaast
Toddler died the lack of fortuitous rescue
Even the smallest of them all, they slaughtered him
By Calvary Crossing they killed God's anointed
Witnessed by a roiling dark sky whose gray clouds wept
Weeping when the crossed Jesus implored the Father
Rachel weeping for the want of her own children
Lamentation for the massacred innocent
Small as he was his murderers took mementos
Behold the lions tearing apart the carcass
Offering rendered parts as human holocaust
In screenings of society in transition
From virtual to manifest reality.
3.
There lies the amorphous little boy lost toddler
His corpse near a heap of bloody stones topped by a
Cross of bloody iron spikes the scene marked by a
Bloody iron bar stuck with bits of flesh and hair
Hateful memorials to the slaughtered toddler
Outraged distraught perplexed we cry out pondering
"How could anyone do that? Why did they do that?"
Some blame absent working parents and single moms
Schools corrupted by tenure and teachers' unions
While others blame God's indifference to our lives
Hollywood movies, TV, the internet and
Those substitute teachers, electronic blackboards
Experts report that "it's only entertainment"
Moralists complain about prurient content
About the screenings of sexual fantasies
Disguised as reality for naive viewers
Wallowing in porno waters of "Clara's Creek"
Ethicists complain about boardroom moguls whose
Perks plan corporate deception for sales campaigns
Extrapolating market research in cabals
Designed for the subliminal entrapment of
Preschool consumers whose capricious wantings for
The plethora of advertised items persuade
Indulgent parents to yield in resurrecting
Their memories of infantile exuberance
And in paying off feelings of guilt they confirm
Their addiction to those high-profit offerings
The monetary molestation of children
Created by Disney's insatiable greed
Garnished with animation and glitzy theme parks
Which market fake tulip bulbs from the Netherlands.
4.
In the common bondage of sex and violence
Those who know blame screenings for catalyzing
Chemistry overloading memory circuits
Of copiers whose neural networks are energized
By depraved producers and directors and those
Screen writers of vulgar copycat graffiti
Their lustful receptors clamoring for surfeit
Of vicarious sex, more sleaze, more violence
Their satanic follies then grossly rewarded
By the celebrated investiture Oscars.
First was the producer of the tree of knowledge
Its pleasing fruit beckoned to Eve who picked and ate
First were producers and directors of screenings
They beckoned the frustrated who saw and acted.
(Screenings was prompted by the boy toddler who was savagely murdered in England by two young boys.)
2Mar98
Sexual things erupted from supernovas
Spewing in nature their biologic debris
+ and - dipoles migrating melding for
Organics evolving with conjugation
To the bliss of sweet aromatics lingering
In double bonds resonating between sexers
But sex's fickle valences beckon bonding
To loose partners cruising for potential action.
At her approach he oscillates while orbiting
The body housing beautiful proteins in genes
Whose tightly packed oscillations solicit love
Her light active mirror image blinds him as he
Falls for her rotating first clock and then counter
In the furnace of their sexual exchanges
He is still magnetic and she permeable
Resonating with hormonal messages and
Collating molecules for intimate feelings
They act out selfish bonds of sexing chemistry
With parted lips the she catalyst caresses
His embryonic stem cell growing for output
Then prized anatomical parts most deadly are
Gorged with libidinous blood as they embrace with
Ardor enhanced by synthetic dalliances
Made by whispers of visceral pizzicati
As neural receptors vibrate expectantly
Animating hedonistic synapses for
Titillations exciting concealed septum deeps
Sex makes linear their multiphased phosphate bonds
Energizing ADP to ATP as
DNA bases solicit for complements
In the chemical orgy encoding acids.
Laying colorful pousse-cafe may derange sweets
To mutations whose maturations insure the
Diversity retrieving spurious sex hits:
Macho men contending with contrary women
Whose chemical perversions conduce for higher
Defiance begging for greater abusive thrills
In the sex continuum of males and females
Repeating original annihilation,
Domineering dykes brutalizing femme lovers
Aggressive homos pounding on their gay partners,
And those sailing with both square and schooner rigging
Opposites merged in a twilight compound fetus
Its two differentials growing to a she/he
Their perpetual passions amalgamate for
Androgynous sexers moaning in zwitterland.
But now she has no eggs and his sperm reached its term
While reminiscing about his sperms and her eggs
Others in donorship manipulate sex cells
Claiming lawful rights of chromosomal repro
Output by penile pipettes for transgenic sex
The sexual mating in a lab petri dish
For quick clinical gestation in a lab womb.
(Sexing was prompted by its chemical enablers.)
1Apr98
On offense is the blitzkrieg of noise polluters
Advancing affronting with high bel pestilence
The constant cannonades of combusting fuel
Backhoes, cats, compressors, mowers, trucks, more trucks
Heap big engine noises polluting the suburbs
Base frequencies of thunderous detonations
Wave me attacking with auditory assault
Invading profaning my peaceful retirement
And the most odious offender of all is
The high-revving bombastic monster leaf blower
Its shrill wining blow-hard megabels blast my way
Dense polluting clouds of debris whose allergens
Defeat screened defenses of my patio and
Invade without resistance nasal passages
Dandering there on vibratory journeys
Exciting spasmodic blowouts of big sneezes
Hurrying inside I close doors, drapes, and windows
Wearing ear protectors I closet myself as
Balled spider, cornered rodent, hiding fugitive
But even there in my closeted confinement
Internal combustion shock waves still penetrate
Thick walled muffling defenses of my dark refuge
Assaulting me again, noli me tangere!
Preserving physicals of sanity I flee
Running on the worn path to the far pond and there
Looking into its black mirror reflecting me
Contemplation impacts on its glassine surface
Yielding shattered think bits dilating to ripples
Expanding in concentric waves migrating to
The depressed imbricated bankline whose low land
Conduits to sluiced short falls water overflows
Spilling over, diving under, churning upwhirls
Rebounding buoyant airing to roiling bubbles
The fermenting foam huddling to frothing whorls
Crowding amorphous in mothering colonies
Which separate with meandering tentacles
Whose nascent baubles are daughters breaking away
For the babbling cascading playground of naiads
Whose susurrant gossip palliates my sore eardrums,
Floating downstream baubles collapse to dark water
Emptying into the brackish cove flowing with
Calm disposition agitated only by
The deep backflows and eddies of circumspection.
Sheltered in the wooded retreat of black face pond
I recover from superbels of siege engines
So if you find no refuge from polluting noise
If noiseful melancholy is boring wormholes
In the battered self-made defenses of your mind
Do not reach like an octopus for depression
Or damage your precious eardrums instead, escape!
(Siege engines was prompted by the incessant bombardment of internal combustion engines in the suburbs.)
1Aug98
1.
Resurrected from horizon east it rises
The giant nuclear fusion ball of passioned fire
Sleep vaporizing now climbs skyward with the sun
As dawn's magenta sprinkles me in Asperges
First do no harm and then wash away depression
Then do housekeeping clearing out bad memories
Removing remorse from the guiltful sprues of sin
Then do the daily dump of garbage and at last
Suppress sexual desire to velleity
For riding the 40 cycles per second wave
Whose microvolts titillate contemplative will.
In equilibrium with my + and -
In the libration of intro and extro wants
Contemplation allays my adrenal rushes
Subduing itinerant fancies to calm flow
Of rational thoughts in perceived reality
The mollified flow of philosophical thoughts
Create in my solitude a pensive retreat
Sequestered from banalities I now listen
To the campanile ringing in my inner ears
Hearing in ciliary tides its cadenced pealing
Calling my meditative will to mission with
Disciplined introversion searching for truth and
Entering the tabernacle of corpus me
Find in temporal lobes compound tongues rehearsing
Scriptured babble reducing it to the whispers
Fading out in the great vortex of consciousness
Whose whirling creates existential inquiry
Wielding Occam's razor enlarged to scimitar.
2.
You created darkness and with it anarchy
Is the background night sky the leftover darkness?
We cannot see anything in the sky's darkness
Are You hiding in the anarchy of darkness?
You created the pure light and with it order
You annealed pure light to darkness to create us
Pure light and darkness colors us with shades of gray
Sometimes we behave with the brilliance of pure light
Most times we behave with medium gray mores
But there are those who sometimes act out with darkness
Those committing ethnic cleansing and genocide
Those denying us our humble human pursuits
To gather food, to build shelter, and family.
3.
From mountain summits observing with telescopes
We search the vastness of space for Your beginning
We see brilliant wonders of Your proximity
Beyond in the 10n light-year distance we see
The fuzzy holes in Your expansive firmament
We see space in matter and in matter more space
But where are signs of Your divine radiation,
The same that converts energy to matter and
Converts superstition to genuine belief
Inspiring believers to create rituals
Whose religious fancies are spun to happenings
Rehearsed for retelling as historic events
Scriptured to fables collected in the Bible?
When we observe you through electron microscopes
Observation reveals You have been replaced by
Mysteries of giant molecules inter vivos
Chemistry transfiguring division to adult
Displayed briefly on earth's living screen and then cleared.
It's not adoration of You beating my heart
It's the systole of many Purkinge cells
Your aloofness cools my heart to pumper only
Circulating in me warm viable atoms
Later shivering in deep cold, condensed atoms
Relinquish sovereignty to accumulate
In a gelid blob commune near Kelvin zero
To a superblob of Bose-Einstein condensate
Returning me to cielo incognito
And absolute of electromag firmament.
4.
Lord You valenced carbon chains with mortality
Keeping immortality for Yourself only
And when Your breath animated clay lattices
You created man but as displeased creator
Quickly realized Your mistake and discarding man
Abandoned us to live by Your 10 commandments
Leaving us to cope with Your other creations
Stars and planets, bacteria and viruses
Now our half-lives are plagued, our full terms end in death.
Is God Your real name or just a quantum symbol
In vacuum are You pure energy with spin x
Are You virtual, real, or virtually real
Or consciousness transfigured to dimensioned space
Or ghost vaporizing from Euclid's steaming bath?
If You are flat You vanish to infinity
If spherical You end up at the starting point
If hyperbolic You are open to questions
If essence of energy Your waves rise and fall
You are like an alternating current of truth
When positive worship rises to peak in faith
But then falls negative for lack of evidence.
In our need to know we are caught in the middle
Wondering about infinite luminescence
As You wave goodbye receding into darkness
Having abandoned us, our suppositions are
Like lichens isolated on naked gray rock
Waiting for nature's revealing transformation.
5.
What is the answer to the question, what is life?
Is life that which God bestows sustained by our faith?
Is life what God gives cultured by social mores?
Believers in God confer to find the answer
Praying and invoking God they ask the question
But their mute God maintains His eternal silence
Coming to their rescue men of the cloth respond:
"Life is what God gives and takes away
Life is what God resurrects from death
Life is what the righteous man preserves
Life is what the devil takes away from you".
And then appeared Atomicus Rex proclaiming:
"Life is a photon exciting an electron
Life confirms only those invisible forces
Whose physicals are displayed on computer screens
Forces creating the stealth God of your mindsets
The purpose of life is that which the brain's network
Bestows upon awareness of inquiring minds
Today as never before you can see your God
In rainbows, x-rays, PET scans, and in MRI's
Your God is everywhere, in cells, in viruses
Interstellar gas clouds, constellations, quasars
The God you fear and revere is + and -
The cosmos is + and -
We all are parts of the cosmos
Therefore we are + and - ".
6.
Lord You made the heavens, earth, and living creatures
You gave us dominion over large animals
You made us to mate and multiply in 9 months
But You gave Your microbes dominion over us
Making them to multiply in 20 minutes
You gave us only limited immunity
Against Your thriving thesaurus of diseases
But You gave microbes immunity on demand
Even the rite of last mutantcy over drugs
Now there is super resistant bacteria
Its plundering hordes invade our weak defenses
Killing us with exotic mutant chromosomes
Whose spiteful genes eject drugs from infected cells
And with impunity eat away Your image
Lord Your apathy makes You divine delinquent.
Lord those afflicted with diseases pray to You
Praying for some of Your divine immunity
Begging for Your intercessory miracles
Such as those Your Son performed when He was on earth
But their prayers do not triumph over Your microbes
For rescue they turn to pagan gods in green coats
But those of perpetual faith still pray to You
Those conspicuous devotees kneeling in prayer
Praying for their souls and those of the departed
Reclusive monks praying to maintain their prostates
Prostrate nuns praying for periodic rescue
Professed cult leaders praying for contributions.
7.
When alive our friend claimed that the Holy Spirit
Came upon him infusing him with faith in God
That God was always in his heart and thoughts and that
God converted the Holy Spirit to constant
Radiant energy throughout the universe
Energy not found in stars, suns, or galaxies
Or flashing timed beams pulsing from distant quasars
But energy omnipotent and eternal
Spiritual quanta of divine radiance
Outside the purview of thermodynamics and
Immune from physical changes it's exempt from
Heat loss or gain and contraction or expansion.
Our longtime friend has been dead for more than 3 days
His love of God precludes him from the fires of hell
He is not in heaven because he is here, so
Let us test him for God's spiritual quanta
Let's connect him to our advanced quanta machine
Look!
No pulses on the screen, there's only static and
Only a long flat base line, not even a blip
And no corona, not even a holy ghost!
Did God redeem all his spiritual quanta
And then abandon him leaving remains only?
Was his faith only imagined sentience squirming
Its way through ancient wormholes in his consciousness?
Is spiritual quanta beyond detection
Beyond our new machine's electromag spectrum?
When alive his body was God's tabernacle
But now his corpse is livid, shriveling, rotting
Ecce homo without the presence of his God
In memoriam let's cremate his darkened corpse
And while his remains slowly burn to godless ashes
Let's measure for black body radiation to
Test for the presence of spiritual quanta.
8.
On all Saint's Day and in a meditative mood
I cast aside the masquerades of Halloween
And in scintillating aura hear a saint's voice:
"Long ago when I first approached, you turned away
Your eyes did not delight in gazing upon me
Did not see my triumph over tribulation
Did not follow me but continued your own way
And now you are alone without God our Father
Know you not the shortest route to God is through faith?
Faith in suffering and sacrificing for God
Serving God they knelt in Rome's blood soaked arena
Where Perpetua was compulsed by martyrdom
Confirming her holiness with life-ending faith
Preferring death to renunciation of God
Transcending this earthly life for heavenly life.
When the cannonade of stones crushed St. Stephen's skull
He prayed conversing with the God in his head while
Hallucinogens transported him to heaven
Go and pray in the desert's vast dark solitude
Pray yourself acceptable to God our Father
Follow St. Paul to Rome's sacred forum of shrines
Devote yourself to vestigial remains of saints.
Behold the unknown saint's reliquaried right hand
Severed by a rabid crusading Saracen
See there a saint's incased femur fractured by the
Repeated punishing blows from Roman soldiers,
They dragged St. Dorothy to this stall and chained her
They stuffed fire peppers into her body cavities
Screaming in pain she burned alive from inside out
That crock contains her unredeemed seedy remains
If you stare hard at it you'll see it still smoking
But do not touch it, devotees who did were burned,
See there the soiled tattered garments of all those saints
Who euthanized by obstinate faith starved to death,
There's the incased straw from the mattress on which lay
Virgin Mary and visiting Paraclete who
Approaching with ciborium offered the host,
That vial contains chromosomes with sainthood genes
In mortification kiss that sacred vial
May it infuse you with faith in God our Father
Remember faith is down payment for redemption.
9.
The more we research the more we find unknowing
Will the next research find divine radiation?
Will that radiation conjugate with humans
Converting us to an ageless healthful species?
We came from hydrogen bonded + and -
From coiled DNA to segmented RNA
To amino acids to polypeptide chains
From biochemical molecules to proteins
From sex cells to fertilization to zygote
Growing to somatic cells dividing multiplying
Gametic cells combining and then reducing
In the biology of vital order cells
Recreate evolved life in iterative loops
To and from fetus in eternal life cycle
Cell chemistry processed to human exposure:
We are bones, ligaments, pelvis, perineum
We are muscles, nerves, and organs in abundance
Systole pumping blood contaminated with
Exotic micro organisms, mute killers
Circulating in mainline arteries and veins
Two cranial horns still trumpet our ascendance
Brains with convolutions, fissures, ridges, all the
Cisterns, sinuses, tabernacles for hiding
Meninges vaulting cerebral vasculature
With superiors, inferiors, ventricles
Thalamus and below it hypothalamus
Neurotransmitters, receptors, and transponders
Synaptic clefts bridging for preops and postops
Transceivers for balancing mysteries of mood
Those low down monoamines making us blue with
Life asperated by misplaced polarities
Did Lord God scheme such complicated construction?
No Roman god would create such complexity
Lord if You made us were You showing off? truth is
We are not made like You but we made You like us
We are living systems in constant libration
Organized to burn energy and make copies
We process inputs to increase complexity
Attracting sexers we increase variation
We repulse known enemies and rapists but then
We yield to exotic RNA invaders
We are 10n larger than the first organism
Will our ascendants be 10n larger than we?
10.
In solitude reviewing my single-cell past
Are remnants of early attraction
The memory bits of coming together
Aggregate to outline her persona
Her outreach ciliary curls beckoning
Migrate me through soft agar to her fronded arms
Embracing me with love culture
Its rich articulation stemming me
To a deep cerebral fissure
There mounting the dream sea horse
I runaway gallop on the royal road
To the destined internal storage whose bytes
Are transduced to the formulary visuals
Creating bizarre impressions collated by
Brilliant reds, yellows, blues
Surrounding the painted lady
Gingerly descending Jacob's Staircase
On the last tread to earth, brazenly posing
The nude lingeried lady stripped of decorum
Surveys a meadow of daisies
Their white rays fractals of sun flares
Debarking to daisied carpet
Ballerina dances on daisies untrampled
To rhythms of sinusoidal waves
Whose frequent peaks spike me awake
From the troubling parasitic dream
Ingesting the emotions of a defenseless host.
11.
In solitude reposing as lotus eater
With head drooped and eyes closed, breathing lentissimo
Observe bright stars twinkling on my eyelids sky while
Silently chanting scores of lauds for ascension
From organized molecule to cell to human
To the inquiring pincering persona who
From life's inputs centrifugates gradients for
Excursions into heuristic contemplation
To circular thoughts of quanta going around
Like electrons vibrating about nuclei
To straight thoughts projected directly to a point
The particle tracks streaking on computer screens
To oblique thoughts beginning here and ending there
Acrobatics of dazzling screen inflorescence
Displayed as matterals in moments of their lives
Hidden matterals exposed for my thoughts only
Traverse my retreat beatifying me with
Controlled breathing of my respiratory chain
Requesting synthesis of the cell energy
Transporting me through all its charged intervals and
In my rote meditative inquiry retrieve
A closed loop of mitochondrial DNA
Its beaded molecules configuring woman
Carefully fingering each beaded molecule
Recite the rosary of human ascendance
Wondering which bead is the mutant molecule
Whose chemical emotion is the capricious
Recombinance of that defective DNA
Disordering the children issued from Eve's womb.
12.
Lord You know that in the 20th century
Stalin, Mao, others ignored Your commandments
By injecting clay models You once blew into
With politically correct cleansing vaccines
Their plasmids of deadly messenger RNA
Killing hundreds of millions of Your creations
Their killings deleting Your divine images
Before Your images completely disappear
Dispatch from Your heavenly army of angels
One signed with the standard SOS, Save Our Souls
Who with Your battle plan in hand will lead us to
Victory over antihuman dictators
Base humans classified homo horribilis
Ruling with repressive -cracies including
Demo-, klepto-, morto-, religio-, thugo- .
Now is the time for Elijah's second coming
For his announcement of the second Messiah
Send us Your repeater Son to save us once more
Or send us a bearded avatar Messiah
Or the belated 6,000 year Jewish one
Send us someone, anyone who can deliver.
13.
Temporal solitudes amortizing our lives
My solitaries accumulate to life's end
Summing to overflow with poetic printout:
Recalling days and nights of my solitaries
In solitude I see again late day shadows
Their transience lingering among crimson streaks
Crouching within the embacled mauves of twilight
The setting sun's low crown of supra red blushes
Paint my basilic space and color me pensive
Glanding with serotonin and incense smoking
Incorporate disciplined concentrations to
Collate the remembrances of my long journey
From one God in Asia Minor to renowned Rome
From Rome to mainland Europe to the living cell
To imagines beyond our spectrum's gamma rays
To patterns beyond the Periodic Table
To fungible energies of Lordonium
The elements of attraction and repulsion
From those intuitive thoughts clinging like oak leaves
To those theoretic thoughts confirmed by science
Creating a montage of that rational life
Revealing the mythology of a pulp Lord
Subsumed in storied memories of cult leaders
Of scriptures enhanced by the vaunted language in
Passages searching for signs of divinity
Where vast space in the universe is fractaled in
Molecules, atoms, elementary particles
Whose visuals are transformed to the bound fasces
Clearing away obstacles to superstring space
There's where your fear and joy and spirit reside
Where dwell gurus and ministers, priests and rabbis
Where they wander seeking the sulcus of Lordland
In the ineffable plasmic radiation.
14.
In my dimly lit quiet solitary space
Bypassing multitasking for single pursuit
My casual fleeting thoughts agglomerate in
Dollops binding in clusters of contemplation
Creating pensive monitors directing the
Hasty departure of vexing negative thoughts
Leaving remains of addressable memory
Accessed for retrieval of selected Christ bits
Anchored in earth the crucifixion high rises
Configuring El Greco's pole Christ towering
Ascending to billows in frontal cortex where
It searches for God's original divinity
And finding none confirms there's no divinity
Except that which physicals bestow on the mind
Which finds and then discards man's original sin
God is a commandment, custom, mitzvah, precept.
15.
Continuing in serial soliloquy
In retreat scheduled for writing solitaries
Unwelcome solicitors ring my front door bell
Its piercing intrusion disrupting solitude,
Who will mediate their social intransigence
Or be monitor of their banal campaigns or
Be intercessory of their mordant retorts?
My solitary excursion now aborted
I must choose between my wants and appeasing them
Submitting to the mores of civility
Resigning my wants I confront the intruders.
(Soliloquies was inspired by contemplation in solitude.)
20Feb99
Running in a meadow a berry patch rooting
Now emits its evolved rosy fruity fragrance
Confirming the prime time for picking from under
Triplet leaves the choice fruit hanging from slender stems
Whose mature swollen ends are red ripe strawberries
Sized mostly medium, some small, and a few large.
Picking a plump ripe red medium strawberry
My mouth salivates enzymes catalyzing taste
Its buds titillating in anticipation
Opening wide I crush the soft ripe strawberry
Yielding, its sweetness bursts upon my tongue's apex
Flooding its sides with balanced scant pinches of tart
I swallow its pulp and copious complex juice
Yum yummy, it's sweet but tart, it's both, it's bi
Now one for me, one for my Nantucket basket
In the kitchen rinse and remove the calyx caps
In a bowl crush, cut in half, leave the best ones whole.
Mix biscuit dough, spoon to a cookie sheet, and bake
Meanwhile put the beater paddles in the frig and
When biscuits are baked to golden brown remove them
Retrieve the cold paddles and heavy yellow cream
Add some pure vanilla, pinch of sugar, and whip
With taste buds already seduced by all the prep
You dasn't linger or do t'other so hastily
Proceed from prep to the climactic assembly:
In a shallow desert bowl place a warm biscuit
Pour over it some of the strawberry slurry
On the atoll summit rising from the red sea
Cover lavishly with dense clouds of whipped cream then
Carefully top with a strawberry finial
Discriminately spoon the strawberry shortcake
Now eat, eat with gustatory exultation
What a treat, what a desert gift for Father's Day.
(Strawberries was prompted by the superiority of native ripe strawberries over those facsimiles grown in California; those jumbo-dumbo, pink tinged, rock hard, odorless seccolents, all show outside but hollow inside like Hollywood movies. Eating those wicked strawberries of the west is to experience taste depravity and pharyngeal trauma.)
25Jun99
When I first saw the thing flashing across my screen
It appeared the icon of a female streaker
I tried catching it at cursor speed and failing
I revved up to near light speed, catching it midscreen
There with our relative speeds the same, time stood still.
Zooming in I observed the many splendored waves
Of edificed blips rise from quantum ground of
Unified theory transmogrified to strings
Convoluted to twists, bows, knots, tori, and balls
All stringularities resonating with the
Geometric patterns of particle attributes the
Spcaetime fabric magnified to ultramicro
Its warp shuttled by vibrating strings probably
Loomed for the newly designed material of
The standard model of the new string thong worn by
The she object now generating messages.
Warping my conventional spatial demeanor
Its gravity interacting with the male force
Transduces the streaker bit to smiling model
She offers me her dark tornadic funnel cone
Reaching I'm drawn close to her event horizon
Proximity pulls me into her compressed space
Into imbedded claustrophobia where
I am contorted for exotic shaping to
Terra torus orbifolding in dark matter
Frantically I work both sides of her equation
Resolving expressions librating the equals sign
Pulled closer to the edge, uncertain of proving
My precise position, I panic in Planck length
Like a slothful paramecium I struggle
Through the foam floating on her space-time tidal swells
Hoping for a probable escape event but
Without mercy she sucks in my physicals and
In the downward massive compression of black hole
Squashes me to the unknown singularity
Of fungible renewable eternity.
(Strings was prompted by the string theory of physics.)
24Mar99
1. Origin
First there was man's awareness and observation
Then was man's consciousness seeking its origin
Then were the probing questions and contrived answers
Abstractions divining a self-evident God
Hallucinations jolted with God's thunderbolts
Renting asunder the layer clouding heaven
Sending to earth a radiant shaft through split sky
Its transmutation manifesting the three
An old man, a young man, a ghostly thin man and
Above them was heard an awesome voice broadcasting:
"Here are the essences I call my trinity
They will be known as Father, Son, and Holy Ghost"
The voice spoke no more and there was a great silence
And when man approached to greet the new trinity
The once bright shaft dimmed and trinity disappeared
Having imagined God man then volunteered for
Notational acts defining triad conception:
Divination reveals God is invisible
That God's substance consists of divine essences
That these divine essences comprise trinity
Its parts concurrent and eternal in one God
Trinity is plurality in unity
Unity is the one Godhead of trinity.
In the names of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Proceeding in synchrony from God the three parts
With radiant original divinity
Are different and the same, separate and equal
No affirmative action by God need apply
For God's preferential love of a single part
But here Father does not denote paternity
As in the human pater familias and
The Son does not denote filiation also
The Holy Ghost does not denote aspiration
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are innascent
They were not begotten by gametic union
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not persons
Not heavenly bodies nor earthly animals
Not multiple personae disorders of God
Not personae gratae but divine essences
Now the Father is common to the Son and the
Holy Ghost is common to the Father therefore
The Holy Ghost is also common to the Son.
2. Functions
God's essences source the functions of trinity
Manifest in the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
The Father does not function alone as single
Neither Son nor Holy Ghost function as singles
In the divine synergy directed by God
Father, Son, Holy Ghost function in concert
Now the Father is manager of God's missions
In which the Son is the protagonist hero
And the Holy Ghost is infuser of spirit.
In managing missions the Father is sender
Sending together the Son and the Holy Ghost
Sending them to earth for three heavenly missions:
1. Impregnation of Mary
2. Crucifixion of Jesus
3. Resurrection of Jesus
1. When the Father sent the Son to Virgin Mary
The son blessed Mary's prophesied Messiah egg
The Holy Ghost's spirit fertilized it and in
Mary's dream Gabriel announced her pregnancy.
2. The Father sent the Son as itinerant rabbi
Named Jesus he preached and performed miracles but
When judged guilty of blasphemy was crucified
Affixed to the cross despairing, dying he called
For God's help so the Father sent the Holy Ghost
To Inspire dying Jesus with full faith in God
Jesus's supplication was later called prayer
This was the Son's first mission as Jesus Savior
3. The Father sent the Holy Ghost to dead Jesus
To reinspire his dead Son with life and faith
This was the Son's first mission as Jesus risen
And Second Coming as expected Messiah
To those few witnessing resurrected Jesus
And First Coming as the prophesied Messiah.
The Holy Ghost was sent again to inspire faith.
4. Modules
It happened that God's essences were converted
To source code assembled for the Trinity Program
Containing three modules Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Designated as modules F, S, and HG
But with the Assumption of the Virgin Mary
The Trinity Program was updated with the
Virgin Mary module VM, a fourth module
This destroyed trinity's integrity so to
Maintain integrity F was made reentrant
And VM was imbedded in reentrant F
Preserving for trinity the original
Three modules now linked and executed under
Control of the updated Trinity Program
Stored permanently in random access God core.
Global parameters in F subsume all the
Customizing variable parameters
In S and HG for processing requests for
Divine missions submitted to the new program
But old defects in God's essences created
Source code bugs generating multiple errors
In successive executions of the program
Whose persistent malfunctions inhibited F
From downloading S and HG from God to earth
Precluding mercy missions to rescue man from
The original defects in God's essences
Today in spite of program errors man endures
Coping valiantly with original defects.
5. Numbers
In numerating essences of trinity
We must use uncommon trinitarian math.
Father is 1, Son is 1, Holy Ghost is 1
1 + 1 + 1 = 3
Trinity is plurality in unity
1 + 1 + 1 = 1
Unity is plurality in trinity
1 = 1 + 1 + 1
When the Father sends the Son and the Holy Ghost
On God's divine missions we have the following
3 - 2 = 1
With only 1/3 of trinity remaining
Greedy unionized clergy now most penitent
Bargaining with Council of Faith beg for mercy:
"If not worthy of 3 parts give us at least 2
Otherwise we will renounce our holy orders".
Recall that early Christian bishops at Nicaea
Assigned to God indivisible prime number 3
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost integrated to 1
The Council of Faith solved the problem proclaiming
That the value of trinity cannot be changed
So it was redefined for summing up to 3
3 - 2 = 3
When God speaks of man He also speaks of woman
With the Assumption of the Virgin Mary the
Divine counter was bumped up 1 resulting in
3 + 1 = 4
But trinity cannot be decreased or increased
So from reentrant F God extracted VM
Converted it to virtual module VM
Transferred it to peripheral storage and there
Overwrote the seraphim address left of God.
To process VM God declared a macro and
Miracled a vinculum crown for trinity
When the Trinity Program calls the new macro
The trinity and VM modules are shown as
_______
1 +1 +1 +1 = 4
4 is a perfect number, a four-leaf clover
But 4 violates the divine rule of 3
3 is an odd number, a trinity shamrock
By assigning module VM value 0
God declared a quick fix to the macro, now when
The program calls the fixed macro the result is
________
1 + 1 + 1 + 0 = 3
Maintaining the integrity of trinity.
When most Jews converted to Christianity
God patched the macro with new parameter J
Overriding VM 0 with -1
If J is found in the input data stream the
Execution of the macro transliterates
Tetragrammaton YHVH to IHS
(1 + 1 + 1 + 1) - 1 = 3
Again maintaining trinity's integrity.
Divine numbers real or virtual can be squared
As before described the program calls the macro
The first call to the macro results in 4
The sequential second call results in 3
Reordering 4 and 3 and squaring gives us
3² + 4² = G²
Here we have the right triangle proof of God squared.
It was prophesied that the new G² number
Would not be a deficient one falling through the
Sieve of Eratosthenes, to be discarded
As are sinful mortals falling from earth to hell
But would be the very prime number scribbled in
The narrow margin of Fermat's Last Theorem.
6. Conclusion
If the Father is man and the Son is woman
The Holy Ghost is animus and anima
If the Father is white and the Son is black the
Holy Ghost is the mixed gray of diversity.
In Plato's trinity - soul, intestines, liver
Soul is immortal, intestines and liver die
Destroying the integrity of trinity.
In God's trinity - Father, Son, Holy Ghost
Father, and Son, and Holy Ghost are immortal
Maintaining the integrity of trinity.
In temples of state Romans worshipped many gods
In the Godhead are Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
This 3-in-1 triad makes current believers
Pantheists in the old temple of trinity.
But God's trinity is incomprehensible
Incalculable, indivisible, and the
Divination of fungible hypostasis
Made substantive by the Cross and New Testament
Buttressed by soothing suppositories of faith
Confirming Father, Son, Holy Ghost trinity.
(Trinity was inspired by Trinitarians' contrived precepts of their God.)
7Dec97
31 Poems
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