Addict     self abuse
Agents     fatuous poetry reps
Amazon       lesbian insemination
Antichrist     pederastic priests
Armistice Day    memories of Veterans Day
Atomicus Rex       nuclear physics
Ballet     specious noblesse oblige
Beach         summertime reverie
Bibee          not God but fertility drugs
Binocular   visual illusion
Biofilm       microorganisms killing us
Blacks     deciding who is black
Black Cawcus     crows in cawcus
Black Rage      black racism
Bloodeaters     worms eating human blood
Blues        welfare looking for benefits
Bonobo Gals       matriarchal society
Boxers      mismatched boxers
Brachial Blob      need for euthanasia
Bradamante        female knight Hillary Clinton
Bride      nuns in convents
Budget        bell curve for humans
Café      memorable events in a café
Cairn      Lockerbie cairn
Camelcade      expulsion of Nadir Jews
Canzone      glorious melodic music
Catechism      easy answers to God myth
Catharsis        discarding false precepts
Charade      religious service for the dead
Chlamydia      chemically intelligent bacteria
Ciao        our physical decay
Clamming      digging for clams
Cloner        creating a clone
Cob        large white male swan
Colette    founder of Poor Clares ascetic nuns
Concert    from sound to sight
Coquette      pubescent girl
Correct    9/11/01 socially correct tragedy
Demons       violators of common ethics
Destroying Angel      spousal infidelity
Disciples      members of cults
Dragonfly      awesome insect
Dreaming        experiences in sleep
Driving      living to drive
Ecstasy      ecstasy of Saint Teresa
Emperors        male penguin brooders
Epistle      religious rituals
Ex Cathedra     exemption from taxation
Extraterrestrials    where are they?
Eyeful      sparkling blue eyes
Frauleinstein     gains in cell technology
Freak     our Devonian ancestors
Frosted      daDUM...daDUM poems
Gaea         heedless human birthing
Geeks       mutilating the body
GCT Jesus     homeless messiah
Genesis     creation of universe
Girls      Asian girls for prostitution
Graffiti       spray painters
Granada      the song
Gregorian Chant     monks in chorus
Grief       debilitating tragedies
Grotesquery      nightmare
Grounded      abandoned strarveling boy
Guitar      country and rock 'n roll
Hammering      prize-winning banal poetry
Hangers-On      old leaders refusing to retire
Holiday       coerced King national holiday
Holy Man      mind over body
Housekeeper       yielding to the will of others
Human        our biochemical bodies
Hummingbird      amazing bird
Immigrants      ungrateful immigrants
Incantesimo      enchanting dream
Injection        chemistry and behavior
Invasion       illegal immigration
IT       mystery of the universe
Jackson      great entertainer pop star
Jung        fireflies of psychiatry
Lamentary      unrequited love
Latin       traditional Roman Mass
Lazarus       suspended animation
Leaves       autumn in Connecticut
Liberian Boys     boy abuse in Liberia
Litterbugs      dumping trash
Lilac      bloom time beauty
Lobsterfest      buying and eating lobsters
Lolita Proxy      counterfeit lover
Magneto Man     our electrical bodies
Manware       male sexual circuitry
Mars       the planet
Martyrdom      holocaust of Giordano Bruno
Masada       conquest of Jewish fortress
Mauler      wood splitter
Medea      moms killing their children
Medusa     symbiosis in Bay of Naples
Mein Fuhrer      adoration of Hitler
Mercury       the planet
Merengitis       dancing the merengue
Messiah      religious fanatics
Morpheus     mysteries of dreams
Mosquito       vector attacking us
Motherosis       promiscuous welfare moms
Muhammad     apostle and prophet of Islam
Mycomania       mushroom super foray
Narcissa       introspection to extinction
Neapolitan Melodies    richly emotive ballads
Nightmare      dreamers dying in sleep
Nymph        beauty and beast
Offering       Cain and Abel
Oldster      vagaries of aging
Orion       Great Hunter constellation
Panamo       man and religion
Pasiphaë      royal whore of Crete myth
Passter      Passover and Easter
Pathogen      exotic vectors
Pedant        failing professors
Pelvis      rock and roll entertainer
Placenta      love spent
Plague      natural disasters
Poetry 101    classing it to young women
Pollock     the painter Jackson Pollock
Poor      poor illegal aliens
Predator      nature of our universe
Presidents       our greatest presidents
President       Clinton
Princess      Diana of Wales
Psalm       pedophilic priest
Rabies       lethal rabies virus
Rainbow      glorious display
Rap      singsong inanity
Reparations       extorting money from us
Revelation       despair of Thomas Aquinas
Roadkill        a run over Mallard drake
Roadsters      road warriors
Rome Again    America aping ancient Rome
Roots       uprooted tree
Rosalie     dancing to big bands
Rosary      recitation in penitential act
Ruskin       predilection for young girls
Rwanda      genocide in Rwanda
Sarajevo     genocide in the Balkans
Schiavo      Terri Schiavo's lingering death
Screamers       societal hysteria
Screenings       violence in movies and TV
Secret Agent    extremophile
Sermon        godists, godiacs, atheists
Sexing      chemical enablers
Sexuality      misunderstood physiology
Siege Engines     gasoline engine noise
Simon Says        Zionism in Israel
Singing        the art of singing
Single Mom     single women having babies
Sister Bridget     frustrated Catholic nun
Soliloquies      solitary declarant
Sporific      slime mold
Spring        winter storm in spring
Springtime       winter yearning for spring
Squirrel        squirrel injured in fall
Star Gazer      beautiful lily
Strawberries      gustatory treat
Strings      string theory
Strutway       lingerie fashion models
Suburb       overpopulation in cities
Sun       star of our planetary system
Superbowl      racial imbalance in football
Supersymmetry     bosons and fermions
Swing      big band dance music
Tragically Correct     lovers destroy each other
Takeover     Jews buy Palestinian land
Teacher      sexing with minor male students
Teutonics      neurotic classical music
Thanasia      nurse for euthanasia
Time        physical changes
Tom      Tom turkey in a driveway
Trannies       transsexuals
Transitions       scientific evolution
Trinity       three-in-one God
Trojan Horse      reckless drivers
Tween       commercial exploitation of girls
Unimusic      dumbing down music
Venus      the planet
Villa        summers in Narragansett
Virus      invasive killing vectors
Virtu       virtual reality
Waltz       Maurice Ravel’s unusual waltz
Winter Moth     moth appearing in winter
XX/YY Eaters          flesh-eating bacteria
Yahweh     Old Testament myth
Zoo Lion     lion in a cage

190 Poems
End of Poems Index

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Atomicus Rex

Dozing at the beach my ears the empty conch shells

Listening to the rote hearing your voice so remote

Quadrants overlapping me from global stations

Their coded broadcast queries polling me again

I see your hazy and hot humid love condensed

As softs of cumulus pendants floating in blue

0Always moving caught up in the cosmic wind stream

Always changing now two clouds coming together

Touching lipping then linking into each other

Tonguing deeply going inward into their cores

One cloud pregnant with the other now amorphous

Miscible bodies briefly mixing it up then

Breaking away struggling for self identity

Now apart divorcing becoming two again

Their new shapes caught again in the cosmic wind stream

From high above your soft white puffs fall upon me

From out there where you are comes the message: good-bye

Through the blue marble headstone with white venation

Its ozone hole and my melanin skin mein kampf

Torching and burnishing my summer bronze tight skin

Sun stoned it stills me catatonic on the beach.

From the beaching me my atmos thoughts rise aloft

Through polluting particles suspended in the

Vaporous plasma cooling in late afternoon

Way out there across the ocean is the skyline

Its ghostly horizon eclipsing the dusk sun

Whose scarlet creeper lid is closing over its

Molten and swollen bloodshot half eye blinking with

Iridescent shafts dancing on cresting white caps

Riding the tide with millions of glinting red eyes

Coming in with schools of synchronized water nymphs

Performing precise routines with foam ablutions

Preparing the evening service for sea creatures

The ones crawling on the beach under a full moon

Now the cold incoming tide laps at my bare feet

It codes the old lunar message reclaiming me

What was it that crawled from the sea and became me?

Was it paleofreak with gills and air chambers?

What was that thing that came before me and is now

In me evolving enduring waiting for death?
(Beach was inspired by summertime reverie at the shore.)
3Aug94    © 1995 

 

Black Cawcus

Its sapling buds sprouted when pilgrims fought Pequots

Now the grand white oak son of Charter Oak stands tall

Its twisted stout branches antlering up and out

Climbing zigzag towering to a rounded crown

Lush in full bloom with its deep lobed polished green leaves

There a gray squirrel housekeeps its soft rotted crotch

Surveilled from above by a complaining blue jay

Whose brazen surprise attack sends the gray squirrel

Scurrying down girthing round the oak's massive trunk.

Circling high above the crow scouting the old oak

Glides silently into its verdant bouffant crown

Its great yellow beak squawking stridently caw-caw

Calling the few adults and all the juveniles

From the diaspora they cawcus in congress

Caw-caw caw intensive stridency attracts more

Thousands now dot the Rorschach blot on tall white oak

It’s crowded canopy reflecting sunlit gangs

Shooting iridescent shards of green, blue, silver

Defoliating hunter green for black on black

To the shrill protest from the departing blue jay.

Empowered by their number and raucous cawing

They begin their wilding party in the oak room

At first boisterous then litigious now brawling

Rabble-rouses cross perching in coalitions

Others cawing harsh complaints criticize all those

Mother funkers hiding in densely packed perches

As preaches sermonize from high bully pulpits

Congregations shout in gospel call and response

Affirming their cawing rights with caw-caw caw-caw

Euphemizing the banal banter of street rap

Their planned new conversion of original guilt

To missions of singsong invective per stirpes

The deafening decibels from boom box output

Whose sonic psycho shock flexes the stressed whit oak

In the chaos of this broadcast cacophony

A short silent cut and then longer silent cuts

The rowdy black cawcus subsides to Pax Corvus

A crow departs then another then more then all

Visible again are green leaves and gnarled branches

The gray squirrel scampers to its rotted crotch and

The blue jay returns to resume its surveillance.

(Black Cawcus was prompted by thousands of crows cawcusing in my neighbor's white oak tree.)
16May90    © 1995 

Blues

The blues are downgoing to that negative place

That down place where deviled bodies bemoan their plight

In a downcast chorus of common denials

Where maintainers make their melancholy music

Harassed by the tired travails of a guitar

Sung in support groups in retreats of last resort

The blues beguile them with self pity evoking

Confessional babble and quick redemption for

Bluesiacs who blame their bosses for weekend busts

And throw their empty bottles on Gehenna Road.

Leave your genteel southern masters to their cotton

Free your feet from the deep sucking black delta muck

Forget your wailing renditions of the Job song

Go north, north to where the Messiah ministers

And happily delivers in the land of swing.

(Blues was prompted by its welfare themes looking for benefits.)
15Sep90    © 1995

Demons

He is the arrogant Japanese officer

Commanding the Bataan death march slaughtering our

Wounded soldiers and golden nurses of the west.

He is the upstanding West Point general who

Orders green teenage troops to assault a mountain

Fortified with enemy heavy artillery

Obeying orders they roll down as body parts.

He is the rogue cop stealing, raping, and killing

The Detroit hit man following an easy mark

The young dropout stealing, rioting, and shooting

The berserk DWI Serb driving a large tank.

He is the bribed watchman who looks the other way

The self-abusing addict preying as wild beast

The angry unloved control freak, the one raping.

She is the sly one carrying her secret box

She rejects him as a sexual harasser

Then smiling she beckons him to come have a look

And when she opens up her fagged Pandora's box

Out comes deception, financial debts, and VD.

She is the mother abandoning her children

Serving as the high whore of a brutal drug lord

She is the young seductive agent provocateur

Horny males fight over her sexual display

And when one kills the other she simply walks on.

She is the woman sharing crack with her fetus

She is the mother who dumpsters her warm newborn

The slothful doper raising the spiteful mean child

She is the sorceress breaking into your head.

They approach smiling with friendly demeanor but

Close up you see the white fangs that tear you apart

Close up they are the demons who devastate you

Selling drugs for birthing mounds of amorphia

Selling foods plumped up with deadly bacteria

Damming rivers they divert water to rich farmers

If prolonged drought dry cracks farmer’s land they blame you for

Voting to approve the project and tax dollars

And when you’re dehydrated begging for water

They give you e coli overflowing in a

Cup molded by carcinogens and oil-trapped gas.

They promise you cheap safe nuclear power but

Deliver costly kilowatts condemning you

To 10,000 years of radioactive waste.

They are the cowardly reps and sly senators

Who vote for the Statue of Liberty's masses

Who embezzle your tax dollars to benefit

Their incumbency with its power and status

The ones patronizing illegal aliens

Who then demand their fair share of your tax dollars

While their pregnant women birth newborns on our soil

Increasing population, wasting resources.

They are arrogant LBJ’s who send our youth

To foreign lands to fight for corrupt governments

And respond to your protests with spinful PR

With a litany of lies approved just for you

Exhorting you to trust their bungled leadership

As they turn away from rows of body bags to

Patronize with smiles those with missing body parts

They promise veterans bonuses but instead

Send our tax dollars to aid foreign dictators.

Arise you confident liberated daughters!

Rush naked to the mall and demonstrate for the

Recall from exile of our sacrificial youth.

They are union members striking for more power

Greedy for more money blackmailing consumers

Like Hoffa threatening to withhold bread and milk

They are the ones who punch time clocks but do no work.

They are conpersons promising naïve seniors

Safe investments with double-digit returns plus

Full healthcare with home nursing but then they  abscond

With the seniors' savings leaving them destitute.

They promise students a college education

For only $160,000 over four years

But they turn out to be high-priced custodians

Who sympathize with failures of communism.
 

(Demons was prompted by violators of common ethics.)
12Jun94    © 1995

Emperors

In antarctica on its pack ice rookery

Shrill disputes for sexing rights and nesting places

Echo from cliffs of great glistening ice falls whose

Face watches with reflection the raucous crowded

Disco ice rink where daily brawls resound from the

Group sex repro melee in the frozen forum.

The mating done and eggs laid the females take off

With she mates gone to sea cruising for fat pickups

The brotherhood of abandoned males packs it in

Waddling close for common survival

Building the great wall of black and white stalagmites

The emperors those magnificent male brooders

Incubate fragile warm eggs on flat webbed feet set

In mile thick ice waiting standing as sentinels

As planet earth assaults their evolved mortal genes

Testing their walled resolute will month after month

They stand united defending their empery

Against winter's buffeting onslaught and brutal

Wind chills of -180º

The do-right widowers resigned to watch and wait

Defiantly watch the sea with mute persistence

Gazing at the sea watching waiting enduring

Watching for bobbing heads breaking the horizon

Waiting for full-bellied females to come back home.

(Emperors was inspired by male penguin brooders in Antarctica.)
17Mar92    © 1995

Freak

Lurking in blind alleyways in abyssal ooze

The mud dwelling unskilled fish thing moves furtively

With barbellate sensors and pelvic fin paddles

It wiggles on the bottom walking in the mud

With each wiggle its large surveilling bubble eyes

Refract black body light from above imaging

Those swift swimmers and strong predators pursuing

Eating and then eaten in the dangerous sea

Afraid it hides in a shallow trench in the mud.

Driven by instinct to flee the killing waters

The awkward miscarriage survivor squirms away

Moving fearfully squirming slowly through the slime

Then lifting itself up to the clear water and

Recompensed by catalyst ingoing currents

Navigates its eon way to warmer water

To safe shallows and stenchful muck of tidal flats

Lingering there for sustenance in its new world

Enhancing its self esteem and pelvic fins then

With its newly acquired skills tadpoles slowly

Following the brackish water inland to its

Conduit fresh water stream and origin swamp

The retreat of the journeyman immigrant freak.

In stagnant waters of the incubating swamp

In the bottom layers of gelatinous goo

In carbon black saprogenic muck of fossils

Is the dark oxygen-starved murky habitat

Where the wiggling freak scavenges and tries to breathe

Suffocating there on the bottom it buoys up

Animated it dares gaze at the bent light rays

Moving cautiously it turns up its barbelled mouth

Breathing the oxygen in the swamp's surface film

Then with pained squinting eyes returns to the bottom.

With its virgin air chambers panting to be filled

With its compulsive instinct for mutantcy and

Incited by surface sunspot floating lures and

Dying of cowardice to act up in the light

It resolves to come out from the mud and with its

Barbelled mouth boldly erupts through the surface film

Then with its crude renaissance snout sucks in dry air

Filling its two air chambers now swollen with pain

Afraid of the pain-throwing surface chimera

It retreats again to the noxious muck bottom

To the goo ghetto where mud punks steal oxygen

To the place where it hides and squirms and suffocates.

Tonight the freak is restless squirming randomly

Dying in the oxygen-depleted swamp muck

Staggering about unable to breathe freely

Once more it buoys up poking out its snout to breathe

On the surface float the ornate filigree brights

Cast by moonlight filtering through the shoreline trees

Reading brights as omens for a good beginning

It dives down squiggles its homoglyphs in mud then

Freeing itself from the black quickslime suction the

Water misfit specialized freak rebels and with

A violent compulsive leap toward the subdued

Calling light of a predestined perigee moon

It rockets up through the swamp's algae-slimed surface

Out and over and down crashing its soft body

On the shore's rocks and prickly refuse palisade

Out at last! out from the black suffocating slime!

It lies there on the hostile shore stunned and in shock

Then waddles a bit walking on its pelvic fins

Over lacerating rocks and bruising obstacles

Gasping for air and stumbling the freak falls over

Exposed, bleeding, and exhausted it stops to rest

To recover from painful bladder air chambers

What were its supple pelvic fins are now worn down

To calloused rudimentary new walking stubs.

Slowly the clumsy crossover rights itself and

In its teleost drags and budding walking stubs

Waddles a bit more and stops then waddles inland

What a sight for generalized vertebrate eyes!

(Freak was inspired by our Devonian ancestors.)
15May91    © 1995

Granada

From the cathedral's atrium through its high nave

The great captain walks on his bare knees over strewn

Marble shards from minarets destroyed in battle

Stopping and praying at each station of the cross

Leaving a trail of blood in the aisle of penance

At the altar icon of his crucified God

Marble sharps impaling his mangled knees inscribe

Dermoglyphs recording the bloody offerings

Of his willful travail and suffixed suffering

Looking up praying to God he begs for a sign

Then flickering votive candles devote smoke wisps

Ascending to the vaulted ceiling of the apse

There in its dome God holds a globe topped by a cross

In his hand the globe turns crossing the Atlantic

To the land of the coming city Veracruz

From there is heard an inspiring new melody

In sacramental rituals with sweet incense

Appeared Gabriel with his trumpeters and then

Angels sing the Sanctus antiphon refrain to

Celebrate the new and inspiring melody

Then appeared the Paraclete forging trinity

Ballad and melody and song in Granada

Redeemed from uncertainty the great captain weeps

"Thank you Lord this humble servant thanks his Savior"

Making the sign of the cross rising and turning

He shuffles to the font hobbling on wounded knees

Sprinkling them with hyssop dripping holy water

Each blessing a downbeat for the song Granada.

From the city Veracruz the gulf stream carries

The inspiring melody to the shores of Spain

Where at dawn and fully armored the great captain

Mounted on his caparisoned white horse sees the

Tide and hears its scoring of the song Granada

And in that epiphany praises the Lord God

And makes the confirmation of his destiny

And gazes upon all the mustered armies of

Souls of perpetual faith soon to depart from

This world and converted Moors Christians for a day

The assembled armies now ready at high tide

Rally in singing the battle hymn Granada

Granada its gardens with fountains and myrtle

And stately pavilions whose filigree veils the

Pleasures hidden from the Sierra Nevada

Raising his left hand holding the champion's sword

The mighty sword of the church over infidels

Raising his right hand bearing the cross Veracruz

He shouts the command for the march on Alhambra.

(Granada was inspired by the song Granada.)
22Oct94    © 1995

Guitar

From its hidden rhythm chair the lowly guitar

Its frail acoustics barely audible from a

Strung out resonant box aping the dulcet lyre

Now comes out full view spotting itself center stage

Its bulky body streamlined with new composites

Its thin voice enraged by hi-tech electronics

The converted born again guitar now plays as

The major rhythm lead and solo sound of the

Amplified metallic twang of country and rock.

Country music plays its plucking guitars with blue

Maudlin chords of adultery and drunkenness

Routinely mixed well with dischords of deception

Revered by composers and listeners alike

Stereotypes cheated only by chance blunders

Sung by wailing despondent voices of plaintiff

Criers proclaiming their personal sob stories

Accompanied by moaners playing their noses.

And then there are Jesus chords played at revivals

Where lustful TV evangelists flourish by

Shedding tears of sinful biblical remorse as

They hard sell salvation to extort donations

And from the Sheik's Epistle to Concubines they

Read salacious psalms to choirgirls in the front row

Then during the night sneak into their open tents.

With plucking electric guitars rock beats hard and

Executes music with jolts of amplified chords

Thundering over camouflaged melodies whose

Drop press percussive beats on distended skin heads

Mimic the sonic booms of Normandy beachheads.

There on the stage spotlighted for public worship

Androgynous rock punks use bellicose fretting

Yelling musical lies to tone deaf spectators

Voicing their piercing screams and Yukon howling with

Falsettos covering for raucous hog calling

They pose as singers whose tonal range compliments

Midnight caterwauling and rasping raccoon calls

And vultures feeding on scraps of dead melodies

Singing's vocal glory punked by guttural grunts

The contretemps of their tail stubs wagging vocals.

On the scened and strobed stage of hyped gaudery they

Do windup toy dancing and lustful posturing

Handing their gender manifestos for voyeurs

Pimping self exposure for media moguls

Prancing to rock tempos with quick voltaic jerks

The last traumatized twitches before their stage death

Measure for measure petrified by rock strata

Mean music powered by ignoble preamp gates

Silences the Concorde and even Meniere's ring

Making the harsh protesting bel the king of rock.

And now to the coda allegro assai

In the great expanse of Gobi desolation

Drill a wide slant hole to that deep place in Sheol

Throw in electric guitars and country and rock

Fill with nuclear waste and gooey plastic sludge

Quickly cover with another Mt. Everest.

(Guitar was prompted by entertainers of country music and rock 'n roll music.)
14Mar92    © 1995

Hummingbird

1.

When tender pink flowers blush at summer whispers

When open bells of scarlet trumpet creepers call

Promising sweets, a cruising hummingbird responds

Hovering over a blossom and with its long

Sword beak penetrates the blossom's tubal passage

Trilling in the deep throat with its turgid forked tongue

Probing the viscid bottom lapping nectar then

Grazes among the morning glory and lilac

Coral bells, bleeding heart, jewelweed, scarlet sage

And with its reach beak picks off insects 1 2 3

The fastest living highest energy burner

Constantly feeding renewing its energy

Thirsting from sweets and fast foods it finds water and

Boldly asserts its riparian rights as it

Patrols its feeding grounds with kamikaze dives

At intruding birds, cats and dogs, and even you.

Its mini body splattered with glossy colors

Its breastplate struck with family Trochilidae

The 3 inch 3 ounce feather thing flies forward and

Backward and rightside up, upside down, sideways and

Even flies standing still hovering in midair

Sikorsky seeing its astounding flights took notes.

2.

Lion hearted and ferocious in battle the

Rival courting males compete for her attention

Attacking each other in aerial combat

Jousting with their long pointed lance beaks trying to

Pierce the other's eyes to her staid serene beauty

Perched protected in her convent perfumed bower

Then seeing the blinded rival fall in battle

She waits patiently for her showoff combat ace

Celebrating his victory for mating rights

With a dazzling display of aerial fireworks

The nonoscine genius of flight acrobatics

Skywrites his intentions with ribald proposals

Then approaching with wings outstretched and hovering

Brazenly exposes to her his frontal view

His brilliant crimson crown and royal blue gorget

His lustful red glare and fluffy white pantaloons

Buff underparts maculated with amethyst

Still hovering he pirouettes on his fantail

Showing his back camouflaged with shimmering shards

Emerging from ancient capricious color cells

Photons refracting in peaks of melanin plates

Expanding chromatic waves to slick emulsions

Green iridescence merged with lazuline luster

From turquoise to aquamarine to beryline

Assuming a new angle pirouettes again

Displaying his rufous throat encrusted with gems

Rubies and emeralds and tiger's eyes stalking

Unable to resist she submits, her head filled

With mating phantasies and visions of fledglings

She abandons her passive perch and hovering

Spreads her tail feathers revealing under coverts

In the grand ballroom of their sunlit courting field

Two hovering holograms strobed by disco spots

Dance the routines of prenuptial intimacies

Atomic agitation getting hot hotter

Now torrid by the minute and by the numbers

Heartbeats pumping from 500 to 1200

Breathing from 250 panting at 300

Temp from 90º to 120º

Look!

Cavorting in midair with their mating urges

Now coupling sexing with their swollen cloacas.

But over there under the forest canopy

Are hidden the hummingbird houses of orgies

Where males display their flying feats and colorworks

Where songless male choruses chirp for loose females

Whose drab bodies dabbed with muted color blushes

Are now inflated with hormone highs for group sex

Craving birthrights, shamelessly soliciting for

Multiple males they expose buff colored full breasts

Males and females mixing it up sexing it up

Under greenleaf covers all the neighbors sexing

Scrambling their species in quickie trysts with strangers

For virtual gang banging in lek bordellos.

3.

Burning high octane fuel in the inside lane

Its high rev super performing mini engine

Now seized with exhaustion the hummingbird eyes the

Sky's drooping red blossom and finds its evening perch

Squatting and fluffing its feathers and relaxing

Slowing down by the minute and by the numbers

Heartbeats from 500 blipping at 35

Breathing from 250 barely at 140

Temperature 90 falling to 65

Going down to dropout dormancy to torpor

The controlled coma of pseudo hibernation

All through the night barely alive mimicking death

Will it die sleeping euthanized by exhaustion?

As the horizon dawn begins whiting out night

Will it wake in time to see the next sunrise?

With its stored energy waning can it rally?

Mustering all its meager leftover power

It struggles to wake to reenergize itself

In the great synergy of mind for will power

For the glory of conscious self resurrection

It slowly forces open its opaque eyelids

Shocking itself awake and rising it ascends

With fragile wingtips grasping morning light rings and

Facing the glowing sun performs the iron cross

Hovering in celebration of a new day

Another day for feeding, fighting, and mating

Getting going by the minute by the numbers

Pumped up by strong heartbeats rising to 500

Lungs inflated flexing breathing at 250

Temperature climbing to 90º it

Begins cruises lapping up quick energy.sweets.

4.

Warned by cool northern nights and instincts to migrate

The ruby-throated hummingbird cruises about

Feasting on nectar and doles of backyard glucose

Scavenging helpless insects trapped in spiders' webs

Tailing sapsuckers to lap their succulent holes

Pigging out building up energy reserves then

Starts its arduous solo flight from New England

Down along the east coast flyway to the warm south

Stopping to rest and refuel on the gulf coast

And then one day with the sunrise at its back it

Departs on the last leg of its long nonstop flight

500 miles across the Gulf of Mexico

Alone without a leader or great flying wedge

It flies solo towards its winter feeding grounds

Flying on and on and gliding in the updrafts

On and on and spotting a fallen hummingbird

Circling and diving in flight encomium for

The downed flier now floating on white cap markers

On and on passing another fearless loner

The stenciled ensign of the monarch butterfly

On and on almost at its marathon stone wall

It rallies to the applause of warm tidal waves

As it approaches the green landfall leading to

The promised land of Aztec warmth and white water

Of lush nectarine delights and swarming insects.

(Hummingbird was inspired by its amazing flights and habits.)
15Oct94    © 1995

Magneto Man

1.

In the land of angels and scriptured miracles

The lizard's darting tongue codes the ancient tale of

Ascetic mendicants in circuit pilgrimage

Their penitent plodding strung out in single file

Through barren abandoned land without horizon

Under the high fusion sun rocks cast domed shadows

And dry out and crack exposing demons buried

As faithless followers with infested visions.

At their destination the chosen sacred place

All the lookers are assembled in a circle

Standing and waiting shrouded with expectation

Reciting respected welcomes they give way to

The mystics, dancing dervishes and musicians

They begin to the slow tempo of quiet prayer

Dervishes move in limbering dream lethargy

Arms undulating with the conjured ocean flows

Abstract black eyes pointing at and piercing lookers

Music and dance now in fluent antiphony

Unite in merciful submissive ritual

Dervishes start whirling moving counterclockwise

Subtly the music becomes faster and louder

Dervishes whirl in their eccentric self orbits

For the inspired synergy of music and dance

Gabriel conducts with animated tempo

Dervishes whirling faster faster arms flailing

Funneling dark bodies in tornadic fury

Pipes shrieking, cymbals sky splitting, drums discharging

In the fanatic crescendo jumping midair

And levitating with their open mouths moaning

Now in the ecstasy of their self-induced trance

They see houris beckoning them to cross over

To transcend this world for a virtual heaven

One of them submitting falls howling to the ground

Then one by one they fall to the ground of heaven

The music stops but one dervish is still whirling.

2.

Magneto man is still dancing whirling whirling

His gaunt bare torso sweating lustering like silk

Suddenly he stops and pivots on his right foot

Extending his right hand palm up tracks the high sun

Receives the sun in his palm parabola and

Moves the spot along his lifeline into himself

Now deep in his trance he confronts the temptation

Whether to leave earth for the journey to heaven

To the kingdom of penumbral perfumed gardens

There white-skin houris with black hair and sea-green eyes

Pour cool wine and model their heavenly assets

And strum sitars gently fingering long hard necks

And freely cavort unveiled among the jasmine

And in ghostly peignoirs laced with Eve's obsession

Coyly beckon him to approach to cross over

To cross the hot synapses of his ecstasy

To moan and fall howling to the ground of heaven

But Magneto man knows the houris are man made

That their seductive ion-pregnant bodies are

Disguised plus and minus skirting this way and that

Shamelessly changing their naked DC currents.

Magneto man yoked with sync in his holoself

In the core of himself his singularity

Lowers his outstretched right arm and at that moment

A mystic approaches carrying a pillow

Silk embroidered with multicolored Hatha man

Offering a sliver spike encircled by beads

Now Magneto man grasps the glinting silver spike

And pulling a fold of his gaunt flat belly flesh

And tilting his head facing the sun with closed eyes

He wills his plus go minus, his minus go plus

He wills his left-facing bacteria face right

Wills that quarks of mind fire neurons in neat chaos

That excited they charm analgesics get high

In the magnetic eye of his electric storm

He makes the wave burst pattern that is his image

Then holding the silver spike glinting in the sun

Quickly plunges it into his drawn belly flesh

In the gaping wide mouths of infidel lookers

In those transduced flesh receivers there resonates

Silent echoes of violent collisions and

In the pressured shock wind of their collective gasp

They see not a drop of blood nor grimace of pain

They stand entombed with large Egyptian eyes gazing.

3.

In the presence of those believers and skeptics

Magneto man retracts the bloodless silver spike

Revealing to them the prophetic stigmata

And with his porcelain glazed black eyes concentrate

Aligns his laser stare with his belly's twin wounds

Cauterizing with mind the two weeping hollows

Shorting out their regional high meridians

Calling forth the emollient from its healing spring

The clear primeval exudate now percolates

Seeping from the torn flesh and shredded nerve fibers

Tears of injury welling up overflowing

Surround the wounds with sinuous tributaries

In whose wandering zigzag streams are camouflaged

The profile of Spallanzani's salamander

Struggling in the shallow eddying wound currents

Regenerating there its blastemized half leg.

Fully awake in a deep trance of delta waves

He now selects from his Schwann catalog of cells

Stereotype primitives that know how to grow

Slowly the cauterized wounds begin closing up

Embraced by a strong magnetic field the lookers

Witness the one with his high-tech belly callus

Magneto man the biofeedback specialist

The electroid switching in his particle world

The mystic adult as pedomorph self healer.

(Magneto Man was inspired by our electrical bodies.)
5Aug92  © 1995

Mauler

With his 12 pound maul and his wood sled carryall

Stepping in frozen hollows made by winter boots

He follows the packed snow path to the felled red oak

Dismembered by a hungry chain saw's growling cuts

Its once stalwart trunk now disjointed vertebrae

Aligned gently curving depressed in crusted snow

Dislodging a piece he carries and offers it

On the splitting stump altar rooted in the ground

And with a single power swing splits asunder

The frozen length of red oak whose heartwood houses

The safe world of simple lives stiff in crystal sleep

Blasted awake by winter sun’s blinding snowlight

They fall by the thousands peppering the white crust

Their lives zapped by sunlight's short wave radiation.

Again and again the mauler's atomic blast

Splits the frozen red oak halves into quarters and

Again they fall by the thousands as others did

But some escaping the plague of sunlight and air

Scurry among the split wood and wood chips and ice

Into the rubble of their destroyed safe shelters

Where they regroup and recover and wait for May

When they will crawl out from their corpse-lined catacombs

Into the buried duff resurrected by spring.

(Mauler was prompted by splitting wood.)
24Jan93   © 1995

Mein Fuhrer

Deliver us from depression and starvation

Deliver us from the gnawing shame of Versailles

In our great struggle give our men work with honor

Give us a real dollar worth more than a penny

Then you will see your German women give birth and

Suckle the true sons of your pure Aryan stock

Warrior heros who will reclaim our renown

Restoring the jubilant victorious cries

Of our ancestors who sacked that great power Rome

Of our great hero Bismarck and our Fredericks

For our brave sons whose conquests will reclaim Deutschland

They will reclaim Europe and even the whole world

Tell us the world is ours mein Fuhrer ours alone

Let me hear again your thrilling threatening voice

Tell us once more that we are the chosen ones

That we are the ones chosen above all others

When you pass by look my way and draw near to me

So that I may grasp your hand so strong mein Fuhrer

Come upon me and see the glory you have wrought

The Lord has sent forth his Paraclete to lead us

Not from Assisi but to our destined Third Reich

Mein Fuhrer we women adore and anoint you

And canonize you saint and savior of Deutschland.

(Mein Fuhrer was inspired by Nazi women's adoration of Hitler.)
1Aug93    © 1995

Merengitis

Their machetes beat out Caribbean rhythms

Whose throbbing visceral cadence calls them to the

Dance floor where they perform the magic rituals

Responding to percussive messages coded

In recitations of raptured dance phrases from

Alluring tropical ballads in which singing

Sticks flagellate saxes whose blatant staccato

Wailing is consoled by soothing muted trumpets

As dancers exhibit their blissful embraces

In routines of stammering steps and limping drags

Refrained by turns and whirls and such smiles that even

Lifeless workers in dull murals step out to dance

Reviving the reprieve of their destined fadeout.

In the dance night burning with merengue fever

Sweating giddy in delirium vobiscum

The saintly burning coals misericordia

Tengo una amiga muy afectuosa

Corazón oo-oo ah-ah salsa picante

She trembles in her sea island cotton white smock

The aura of her wet incense smokes its fragrance

Candle hot tongues give her licks as she dances by

Cow bells toll her divine gestic beatitude

Her stigmata exposed in dark confessional

An altar dressed with maniple, blood wine, and pins

Dried herbs in pots falling apart going là-bas

Two angels wearing white and black satanic masks

Headless rooster barnyard trucking in crop circles

Corazón Santo Domingo si Yanqui no!

(Merengitis was inspired by the merengue.)
4Feb92    © 1995

Messiah

Son of X father of Y of the house of Z

Here he comes the humble city dwelling rebbe

His black garb contrasts with his long white Moses beard

Worshiped by the dying sect he resurrected

He journeys in city streets teaching the law and

Preaching and doling alms and warning of the flood

He does not do soothsaying or divining but

On Passover grasps bitter herbs and points to the

Empty glass still waiting for Elijah's coming.

In the hospital the stroked rebbe lies dying

To atone for all the sins of all the reforms

Weeping and praying at his bedside devotees

Anoint with sweet aseptic oils his frail body

Enshrouding it in a white linen paper gown

It has been four weeks already and still no stench

Saved by God's intravenous miracle with its

Designer dug extracted from myrrh and aloes

Compounded with ionizing electrolytes

Drip drip dripping in transitu though plastic tubes

Salvation deferred again until the coming.

Look!

He dies without wounds in his arm, only needle marks

In procession his vigilant mourners follow

Knocking on his casket waiting for his response

On the third day waiting at the mausoleum

On the fourth day praying for his resurrection

On the fifth day praying and bobbing with pilgrim

Sebastomaniacs from Jonestown and Waco.

Waiting waiting for almost 6,000 years but

God has no miracle for reviving the dead

In the city in memoriam the hopeful

Display great rebbe cutouts and chant his name as

Others wander from the old land of waiting to

The new promised land of gentile suburbia.

(Messiah was prompted by religious fanatics.)
27Mar94    © 1995

Neapolitan Melodies

Lyres and pipes played for the oracle whose applause

Foretold the evocative ballads of Naples

Divined from the warm Mediterranean rote

Carried in tidal tempos as human voicings

Rising from virtual birdsongs scored in our cells

Celebrating their ancient Roman deities

Neapolitan feasts are served with ballads whose

Orchestrations are scored by flag-staffed emotion

Calling out to heaven for O sole Mio

Quando Tramonto il Sole, Core ‘ngrato

Musical momentum vibrating with spin 3

Crawling over me throbbing with esthesia.

Listen to the glorious songs embracing you

With choruses of lush melodies whispering

With pinnal caresses condensed in sound canals

Their flowing resonant waves lapping against the

Drumhead beating out enhanced vibrations to the

Trio of tremulous ossicles impelling

Sonic processions through the windowed vestibule

To the chambered sanctum of the snail labyrinth.

Deep inside exotic corti compositions

Are played in la scala's packed auditorium

Where pushing standees applaud with fluid bravos

Clapping to incite the temporal impulses

Welcomed by obeisant peptides and heard as the

Renditions sentito the heartfelt refrains of:

"Now and at the hour of our blessed amore

I adore you I love you my glia mia"

With tears of joy flowing across synaptic clefts

And there recombinant with audile phantasies

Hear the realized sounds of sublime music whose

Emotive synergy converts jealous lovers

To volunteers for altruistic time sharing

And even aloof neutrinos stop to listen

What are all your high psychedelics contrasted

To melodies predestined for cosmic glory?

Weeping, unable to redo your past you now

Submit confessing to all those lesser venial

Sensations you elated to euphoria

And having heard the music know the redemptive

Ecstasy of Neapolitan melodies.

(Neapolitan Melodies was inspired by the emotive beauty of that city’s music.)
6May94    © 1995

Panamo

1.

Panamo searcher for ecclesia dei

For the God of reason in nature's earth and sky

Entered the labyrinth of scriptured religions

Their histories chiseled in shadowy reliefs

He found artifacts of ancestral rituals

Blood stained altars, knives and bowls, scattered bones

Then stumbled over a buried string of beads and

Followed it through the labyrinth's maze of chambers

He saw the four-headed Brahma on Mount Meru

Ruling over earth and sky and gods and demons

Nebulae reborn as men reborn as women

Pilgrims in Benares bathing later burning

The path of Gautama to high Shri Pada peak

The reclining Buddha smiling in nirvana

The good karma reviewing reincarnation

Daughters loving fathers but hindered by mothers

The tiara of skulls to scare evil spirits

The red yang and black yin of cosmic harmony

Past the two sages Confucius and Lao Tzu

Past the five pillars of the angel Gabriel

And Dome of the Rock in holy Jerusalem

The city of pilgrims and religious zealots.

2.

Following the beads he found the end of the string

Wrapped seven times around a dark desiccated

Goatskin scroll that unrolled revealed the testaments

Of the House of Israel and the twelve judges

Of the three kings and two kingdoms that became one

Of Roman domination and the odyssey

From Bethlehem to Capernaum to Calvary

Of him descended from Abraham through David

The farrago of forty-two generations

Up to the live-in foster father voyeur who

Saw the virgin in solitary ecstasy

Saw the virgin give joyful miraculous birth

To a Son of man scriptured as the Son of God

The caparisoned Christ escorted by Romans

Who suffered was crucified was resurrected

They touched his scarred wounds and then fell to their knees

Seeing they were afraid he spoke to them saying:

"Arise be not afraid I am your Redeemer

I am not a scribe I am the prophesied one

I performed miracles for you and preached to you

With trilling tongue I spoke to you in parables

I am the Son who foretold his Father's good deeds

I am the God and true Lord of heaven and earth

My power and authority are absolute

Together they make all nations my disciples

Adore me and love me so you can love yourself.

Here are my three commandments for your salvation:

You will come to me as obedient servants

You will worship only me your true God and Lord

You will believe in me even after your death.

You must obey these commandments to gain heaven

Whether well or sick, competent or comatose

Tangible or not and wherever located

Or be consumed as the holocaust of my wrath

So say I your God and give my imprimatur"

And the multitude whispered the name Messiah

Then he blessed them and turning away raised his arms

And at that moment he ascended to heaven.

On the last panel of the scroll it was written:

On Mount Carmel he ordered Baal's prophets be slain

Then he breathed life into Elijah's twelve stones and

Sent them forth with many tongues to teach all nations

Of redemption waiting in white clouds of heaven

Where dwell the Father and Son and Holy Spirit.

He was the God of scriptured celibacy and

He consorted with men only not with women

He embraced children laid hands upon and blessed them

He prayed in secret in his Father's dark closet

He did not pray in the streets standing and bobbing.

On Mount Olympus the gods were ruled by women

And in Jove's temple were Juno and Minerva

Those gods lusted after bold women whose full breasts

Nurtured the evil deities of Greece and Rome

There the loathsome were found lying with their own kind

There the depraved were found lying with their own blood.

So ended the odyssey written on the scroll

Panamo rolled up the scroll, retied, returned it.

3.

Making his way through the labyrinth Panamo

Saw a shaft of soft daylight and walked to it but

The labyrinth's exit was blocked by a huge gate

Secured by seven large sliding bolts without pulls

Guarded by a black gowned Janus-faced catechist

Standing on old religious books his old face spoke

"I do not have the knowledge to unlock the bolts

You could wander in this shadowed place forever"

Standing on new science books his young face spoke out

"To unlock the bolts you must answer the riddle

For each correct answer a bolt unlocks itself"

Standing sideways both heads of the catechist asked:

Is God a who or a what?

A who.

Is God a who or a what?

A what.

Is God a who or a what?

Both.

The first bolt unlocked itself.

Where did God originate?

In heaven.

Where did God originate?

In the universe.

Where did God originate?

In all living things.

Where did God originate?

In man.

The second bolt unlocked itself.

Where does God dwell?

In the universe.

Where does God dwell?

In all living things.

Where does God dwell?

In me.

The third bolt unlocked itself.

Are God and the Creator the same?

Yes.

Are God and the Creator the same?

No.

The fourth bolt unlocked itself.

Where did the Creator originate?

I do not know.

The fifth bolt unlocked itself.

Where is the unknowing?

In the universe.

Where is the unknowing?

In me.

The sixth bolt unlocked itself.

Then what was created?

Whatever there was, is now, and will be".

The seventh bolt unlocked itself.

Panamo pushed open the massive gate and stepped

Out from the dark labyrinth into the daylight

Then looking back reflected upon where he had been

And saw only a single plane barren wasteland

Converging to its distant sawtooth horizon

With its peaks of Mount Meru and Shri Pada and

Mount Zion, Mount of Mercy, and Mount of Olives

Now appearing all the shorts of past attractions

Gospel soundtracks synchronized with those of scripture

Voices in winds from the Cedars of Lebanon

Recapping bible brutalities of murder

Sacrifices and wars and genocides turning

God's dry desert sand to a red pool arena

There with his legions the crowned convert Constantine

Raising his new battle standard with its large cross

Placed as finial over Rome's golden eagle

Entreating his legions evangelizing with

Pentecostal shouts of "in hoc signo vinces"

Departing the labyrinth of religious myths

He resumed his search for ecclesia dei.

4.

Panamo came upon the land of the faithful

And went into its valley of revelations

Its path was manifest by voices and visions

He heard voices coming from both sides of the path

Saw ghostly visions along and above the path

But the separate voices and visions were one

And the one was made two and the two made many

And in the confusion heard a voice declaiming:

"Adults shall be naive as curious children

And pliable to the pressures of sophistry

Those who came before them shall be placed after them

Those who came after them shall be placed before them

Those neither before nor after shall be with them.

The faithful living know well that they are not dead

The faithful dead know well that they too are living

Only the faithful know that in death there is life

They shall be full of grace joined on the mountain top

They shall be resurrected in clouds of heaven.

But the faithless only believe in life on earth

They resurrect themselves while still living on earth

The self resurrected without death benefit

They shall remain on earth as rocks in desert sun.

Having seen his death you will never see your death

The last survivor on earth will be immortal

If you know the time can you also know the place?

If you know the place where was that place at that time?

My dear brethren do pause to console yourselves

Life and death are variables of time and place".

And then Panamo encountered an old gnarled oak

Its crooked heavily burdened branches drooping

When Roman soldiers approached with saws and axes

Its leaves rustling in wind begged for intercession:

"My Lord and Savior rescue your faithful servant

Lord God have mercy on your humble apostle

Shine your Divine Countenance upon these soldiers

Soon to be the butchers of my captured body

Open the sky show them your angels descending

Send forth your Paraclete to come upon them to

Persuade them to rest under the shade of my crown

Not to flay me as a meek sacrificial lamb

With my skin sliced off this body baptized by you

With my muscle and sinew exposed and flaccid

My blood streaming out as in the river Jordan

Otherwise to crucify me as they did you

Lord this is my agony my Gethsemane

Take me from here to your Mount of Beatitudes

Lord if in your wisdom you do not intercede

Then I know that I have sinned exceedingly and

Submit willingly this body to my butchers

To bleed out all the sins secreted in my skin

To be cleansed so that I may be worthy of you

My Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ in heaven

Kingdom of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit".

5.

It happened ahead that the path led to a cave

There he encountered a bevy of cherubim

Each with six wings guarding the entrance to the cave

Seeing him they beat their wings and stamped their feet

Scripting in sand the pictograph of their warning

Stop, go back! Cave canem! You must not enter!

Determined to continue he stepped around them

Rejected they seized and devoured each other

Leaving only their scattered artifact remains.

Entering the cave he saw giant stalactites of

Calcium carbonate their ablutions parsing

Cryptic drip codes of prehistoric messages

Translated as diverse fossils of sea creatures

Impressed in cave walls amid petroglyph displays

Whose ambiance attests to the rock worn laver

The womb in the cave springing a clear narrow stream

Following the narrow stream around a right bend

He encountered a man and a dog with two heads

At the fetch signal the dog ran to the kennel

The dog returned, his two heads now a two-dish scale

When the dog sat up begging the man approached it

On the right dish he placed a six foot tall grown man

And on the left dish a three foot tall grinning chimp

The heavy man was low and the light chimp was high

The man injected the chimp with 2% God

Slowly the magic scale balanced man and chimp

Confused Panamo exclaimed "Why did I enter?

My God in heaven why have you abandoned me?"

Then was heard a confident avuncular voice:

"Fear not for I am the God of your consciousness

I called and you responded you are my witness

I will not abandon you to faith's deceptions

I am not the God of Babylon or Jacob

I do punish all their millions and minions

I do not make them all lame or weak of spirit

I do not blind them or put insects in their ears

I do not extract their bodies' sugars and salts

Instead I make them realize they are alive

All this and more you will understand when your search

Opens wide the locked doors of God's tabernacle

In there you will find your freedom, comfort, and grace".

6.

Searching for ecclesia dei Panamo

Followed the narrow stream out of the dark cave and

Down to a clear and calm sunlit pool and kneeling

Scooped up and drank its refreshing sweet limed water

And saw in its mirror his reflected image

Merged in clouds with two large disks, one dark one bright

Looking up he saw the moon and sun side by side

The sun's stinging rays punishing weeping his gaze

Turning away he looked again upon the pool

The sky became arctic dark and then brooding black

Without thunder the sky was churning ominous

From the menacing sky came the exhortation

"I am the Lord the moon and sun belong to me

I shall cover the sun and bring forth the deep freeze

Devastating the earth and you will all perish"

Then desperate cries echoed throughout the valley

Men offered to search for and slay the unfaithful

Mothers offered as holocausts their first-born sons

Then was heard the Lord's loud concessive voice bawling:

"Your offerings please I shall not punish you

Instead I’ll perform one of my sky miracles"

Then fourteen gilded seraphim with laced wings pulled

In a celestial chariot the black full moon

Across the blazing face of the erupting sun

And were consumed in its brilliant diamond ring

Its reflection in the pool and bright corona

Radiated phantom nymphs whose bold dance shimmies

Scintillate pixels of spectral analyses

Whose nth dark bar celebrates the Requiem Mass

For religious prophets and their Supreme Beings.

Look!

The affronting dark full moon eclipsing the sun

Is pardoned in orbit by steadfast gravity.

7.

And he came upon a multitude arguing

Wondering about their origin their purpose

So they corralled all the animals and tied them

Washed them down and worshiped them with fire and incense

But their wonderment still went unanswered so they

Created a God and worshiped him the same way

But God demanded pompous rituals so they

Converted zoolatry to idolatry

In the name of God they slaughtered the animals

Sacrificial blood from the altar flowed to low

Ground pooling there and bubbling like a virgin spring

Alarmed the people sent for the prophet who said

"From the frigid ocean's boiling sulfuric spouts

They buoyed up and crawled onto land and into you

Into your veins and lymph nodes, your brain and colon

Fermenting in your gut, feasting on your vitals

All the bacteria and viruses and the

Slimy fungi rendering life inorganic

All the secret agents of Gods and religions

Here before us and during us and after us".

There was another multitude wailing over

The holocausts and killing fields and genocides

Begging and praying for divine intercession

But got only a scent redolent with blood and

Dark clouds entombing dust of the common dead from

Auschwitz Cambodia Bosnia Rwanda

Seeing this pass before him Panamo declaimed

"From your scriptured abominations and from

Personate rituals in temples and churches

Are cast religious shadows smothering tender

Upstart seedlings struggling to face the morning sun

It is easier for a leaf to fall upright

On its stem and in the wind spin like a top than

For a pragmatist to believe with faith in God".

8.

In the 33rd year the 8th month the 5th day

Panamo embarked on the last leg of his search

Leaving the holy city he walked barefoot on

Molten lava of the Via Dolorosa

Was tormented per diem going to the tomb

To the skull place the Romans called calvaria

And there entered himself for his inner journey

Beginning with the guarded meningeal walls

First through the double-walled dura mater and then

Straining through the tangled arachnoid net pierced the

Invaginated wet pia mater then went

Out and over the vast expanse of hummocked lobes

Bridged and crossed the deep fissure of Rudolpho but

Got lost following the peduncle's broad white bands.

From its scorching pulpit the sun of wrath allied

With fierce desert sandstorms blinded and punished the

Brash dissenting pragmatist who sought refuge in

A nearby dense thicket of arbor vitae and

Then questioning the wisdom of his inner search

Began the monologue of doubts and denials

Reviewing in reverie his long wearisome search:

Again he's falling into raging torrents

Of the great aqueduct of Silvius and there

Buffeted and dunked but retaining buoyancy

Is promptly flushed out to the complex cloacal

Plexus of historic scholarly deposits

He wanders forty years in ancestral cisterns

In the densely packed dream debris of believers

Floating aimlessly in effluvia and is

Pumped into the central canal and ejected

With fins and stubs and wings of his predecessors

Then hears the wailing medleys of gospel choirs the

Babel of reciprocal sonic distortions

Sound waves broadcast and recorded in folia

And then printed as garbled religious output

Disposed silent and speechless in Broca's sulcus.

9.

And it happened that he passed into the web of

Chiasmata collecting images focused

On the arched canopy of corpus callosum

Whose warped fornix fibers weave the Godist story

Stanchioned by St. Peter’s gold serpentine columns

Their bases draining through intricate foramina

Their capitals imposting noble lobes of the

Pontine cistern chapel whose glorious ceiling

Reveals with splendid clarity God's phantom views:

In the center lobe is the creation of man

The divine act exposed by electrons trained in

Apprehending a sperm penetrating an egg

The newly entwined double-helix hologram

Polarized in stained glass slides of the rose window

In the left lobe are two angels, one blue one red

Two homunculi, one sensory one motor

In the right lobe is the entombed crucified Christ

Being consumed by all the vermis of the field.

10.

Then Panamo retracted the opercula

Exposing hidden insula whose audio

Spurred him onward toward the deep inner region

Where he came upon a sprawling lush olive grove

Towered by two giant pyramids looming over

The crossing of two paths, one shaded one sunlit

At their decussation he took the sunlit path

And followed it to distant majestic mount pons

And climbed slowly its protruding transverse ridges

Reaching at last its lofty summit and from there

Looked upon the lush valley of the thalami

On the third day he descended to that valley

Where electros prod lobes for pineal rhythms

And lymph cells incite lobes as wings of birds in flight

And the diaspora of rami circuits pass

Their ins and outs through logic gates AND OR NAND NOR.

But his presence in the third ventricle disturbed

Deep encephalic plates whose insightful mindquakes

Shocked open the locked doors of God's tabernacle

Then issued forth in the universe matterals

Dispersing to populate and flood the earth with:

Gravitons those elusive heavy of spirit

Photons those radiations of magic spirit

Hadrons those aggressively strong of spirit and

Dorions those weak of spirit now decaying

And all those others we cannot see or hear yet

Those unknown electromags and electrochems

The software of our consciousness operating

Hardware of combinant atoms and molecules

Programmed memories displayed as self illusion.

Look!

God is there in your MRI's sagittal view.

11.

In the dual asylum of truth and libel

Frantic voices called for divine intervention

For the vorticose shadows revealed in scripture

As groups of creationists boldly marched about

Carrying left low their bottles of hydrogen

Signed with the horned Satan over skull and crossbones

Carrying right high their tattered bible placards

Reciting his given prayers singing his praises

On the seventh day was the crucifixion and

It will come to pass in the year of the finding

The larva will crawl from its dark bugged code burrow

Dig through subroutines to its control program where

Its nymph will mate with nu code formatting the new

Crashing the old and aborting print its obit.

12.

Ending his long search for ecclesia dei

Panamo considers nature's God and sees the

Aura of northern lights entering the facade where

High wheel window prisms embrace sun sent photons

Diffracting with splendor our narrow light spectrum

To broad projections of dust laden with rainbow rays

Whose outreach in the nave lays its soft hues on the

Divine vestries in procession to the transept

Crossing there to highlight an empty marble niche

Its shaded veins profiling the prophet's drawn face

Graphicked with polymerase chains of deep wrinkles

Becoming St. Anne's smile and glowing countenance

Decaying to Messalina's sardonic flirt

Decaying to the corpse in its sarcophagus

Decaying to artifact remains of string waves

Decaying to their supernova half lives as

Stardust matterals of galactic residue

Inhabiting the realm of Atomicus Rex.

Rejoice!

What you are is a cosmic product evolving

Your cells live to reproduce you to live again

They imbed billions of years of biofeedback

They store its inherited empiric results

Your consciousness is the power and the glory

And the sovereign ruler of God's dominion.
 

(Panamo was prompted by religion's failure to recognize what humans are.)
4Jul94    © 1995

Pelvis

In concert alive and in person center stage

The ribald purveyor of banging rock 'n roll

The bible-quoting guitar-strumming troubadour

Dressed in ritual white vestments and flowing cape

Adorned with rhinestones and sequins whose reflections

Under kliegs reanimate the shinning star

As front-loaded mannequin in wooing white suit.

Albino satyr product embodied full size

Exhorts his adorers with sotto voce and

Erotic faxes contrived with stroking intros

Then with uppers hyper energy belts out rock

Backed by the showtime pelvic perturbations of

The swivel-hipped fancy-stepping surrogate stud

Whose visuals whisper pickup lines inflaming

Young women now begging for furtive telepets

Swooning in avowal of their hormonal highs

Coyly soliciting for tender date rape love.

But now the singing stroking dynamo falters

Forgetting lyrics, missing strums, he's going down

All those time-release downers making him lowdown

Down alone with guitar uncoupled from pelvis

The redeemer of sexual repression and

Precursor of TV evangelist con men

Is kneeling center stage under kliegs head drooping

Down with impotent pelvis their party vicar

Is moaning and mumbling and now confessing the

Long medley of all his maculate excesses.

His handlers rush out calling for intermission

Carrying off stage their faulty pelvic product

Crying and begging for its own demise it is

Kept alive and revived with multiple uppers

Reworked by expert seconds and recostumed they

Push to center stage the ghost now realized for

Rolling cameras and consuming screaming fans

Waiting to be turned on again by the Pelvis.

(Pelvis was prompted by rock 'n roll entertainers displaying their atonal voices and meager talents with flagrant sexual displays and gaudy costumes.)
7Jul91    © 1995

Rap

With angry young faces and silverback flat tops

With gold earrings and gold neck chains and bare torsos

Posturing in their best dropout demeanor they

Appear with all their baggage and accessories

Hucksters delivering their nasty dis wares while

Grunting grotesque soundbytes of tanto claptrap and

Mimicking singers they voice racist phrases and

Flap mechanical lips chimping on John Doe and

With rebellion sally in pseudo English the

Affirmative lip-synching soul-sucking con jobs

Selling delusions of updated slavery

And with all their project rage jitters proclaim the

Preferred vulgarities of their noir subculture

Sequestering themselves with gestured ghetto sounds

In monotonous atonal mutterings of

Their fatigued singsongs of mean street aphorisms

To the cadenced beats of Roman galley drummers

What was the drip drip of Chinese water torture

Is now the yak yak of rap with bongo background.

(Rap was prompted by its singsong inanity.)
23Jun92    © 1995

Rome Again

1. Exordium

Americans, friends, immigrants too come closer

Your founders' heartfelt pleas for human rights conjoined

With fond memories of my Roman Republic

And the simple logic of Caesar's bold reforms

Were propitious omens I could not contravene

Their confluence the case of maximum appeal

For this favored recall from my immortal niche.

My disparate parts having been polled and confirmed

You see me reassembled with my tongue intact

Resurrected for this momentous occasion

Reconstituted with my zeal for public good

And all my stubborn ardor for civil order

Do appear here today rightfully disposed to

Address you in your time of diminished worth to

Expose to your populous jury defects in

Your faltering republic by correlating

Aspects of ancient Rome and new America.

I speak to you not in my beloved Latin

But in your language from province Brittania

It is I Cicero counsel for common cause

Privileged to plead before the general public

I do not publish my words for posterity

Even though there may be scriba among you

But deliver them from this rostrum directly

To you assembled before me in this forum.

2. Founding

In auguries Jove destined Rome for greatest glory

Bestowing triumphant will on Rome incarnate

Glory to the she-wolf Rome's surrogate mother

With disciplined pride Rome made destiny duty

Glory to golden Rome earthly retreat of gods.

Rome propagated its thing in Res Romana

Res Romana became our Roman Republic

Whose common good was in tripartite oversight

With its consuls, senators, and peoples' tribunes.

In visions God revealed a free America

Divorced from Rome it retained its legacy of

Disciplined destiny to covenant with him

Rigorous missions of virtuous duty with

His will incarnate in New England wilderness.

America propagated its freedom thing

Your Declaration and Constitution became

Your republic with its tricameral balance

Executive, peoples' congress, and supreme court

Your republic copies our Roman Republic.

3. Triumphal Processions

Rome the grandeur of its triumphal processions

There in his god chariot the triumphator

Adorned with the insignia of victory

Laurel crown, purple tunic, gold-laced toga, and

Ivory scepter with Jove's gold eagle finial

Convoyed by his survivor battle-tough legions

Parading with all their spectacular loot and

Prodding along the shackled enemies amid

The warfall of wealth beyond the abacus in

Wagons heaped with gems, gold, silver, ivory, and

Spoils from the peoples who dared the power of Rome

The bulk tributes paid by the defeated nations

Their precious crafted culture displayed for Romans

Who shared that booty as more bonuses and doles

Parading senators smiled at Rome's great new wealth

Rich Rome got richer compounding wealth with more wealth

But bankers wept over impending inflation

On parade all the wonders of foreign travel

Pass before exultant mobs whose yells unscroll the

Panorama of destined triumph after triumph

Lictors with fasces cleared the path to Jove's temple

There the tiumphator declaimed the binding prayers

Offering to Jove the sacrificial white bull

And placing in Jove's lap the sacred laurel branch.

Here comes your smiling president's grand motorcade

Snaking around the Circus Maximus beltway

Exiting at the Potomic taking the route

Past the Washington Monument turning onto

The broad Sacred Way up the Capitoline Hill

There's the president's black bulletproof limousine

On its door your great seal with Rome's golden eagle

Its raised wings outstretched symbolic of Rome's power

Its talons grasping an olive branch and arrows

Your substitutes for Rome's laurel branch and fasces

Its fendered flags striped in Roman proscription red

On pure white intent fielded in British woad blue

Protected by Proletarian Guard washouts

Jogging jesters whose secret is they cannot see

Stalking your president are big black shiny cars

Filled with spoils of elections and big dealmakers

The vanquished party's living tribute to congress

Driving past white marble Romanesque buildings the

Motorcade stops for destined sacrifices at

Your White House of political offers and takes.

4. Atrium

In Rome in the sun-bathed atrium of his house

The consul seated in his stately curule chair

Smiles and nods greetings to clients as they jostle

For recognition by his nomenclator who

Announces their names and titles then presents them.

The provincial governor who amassed great wealth

Extorting high taxes and much tribute from the

Defeated people of Rome's new foreign province

Gives the consul a precious gift towards a new term.

Businessmen giving pouches of gold are rewarded

With lucrative government building contracts or

With import/export licenses for pillaging

Defeated nations using their own people to

Exploit their own resources for Rome's benefit.

Land speculators who bought out small farms assigned

To war veterans and to homeless peasants now

Deed the consul a prestigious city mansion

Or sumptuous seaside villa for summer retreats.

The once rural ethical politician now

Corrupted by Rome's power and machinations

Recites the consul's great achievements with such skill

And imbedded flattery it persuades all there

To proclaim in unison that the senate must

Vote to build a temple honoring that consul.

5. Rose Garden

On the forecast bright day and at the scheduled hour

He enters center the spotlit Rose Garden set

Strolls past the hype-crafted telamoned colonnade

Those retinue uprights supporting him as the

PR president acting as leader and the

Realized perception of his caricature

Speaking from his heart of paste-ups he demurely

Abdicates integrity for the nation's good

As cameras with corrected lenses focus

On his political smile for the people then

On cue the approved audience applauds wildly

Commemorating the incompetence of all

Those well-rounded college educated bimbos

Who downed your nation from creditor to debtor

Repeating the anguish of Rome's fiscal problems.

Standing with halo surround on the podium

With rehearsed humility he disarms skeptics

Now the nomenclator approaches and whispers

The president's smile becomes a boyish grin the

Deception in sophisticated innocence

Then turning he waves to lobbyists and PACsters

Whose special interests ape covert anarchy

Whose greedy cabals peculate credit for debt

Whose solicitations debauch vestal virgins

Guarding the mortgaged homes of working citizens

Attending the ceremonies of their own wakes.

Once more the nomenclator draws close and whispers

Your summer president turns to the Black Caucus

Giving his affirmative promissory nod

Approving the racism muting memories

Of founders Adams, Jefferson, and Madison

The civil leaders who guided your republic

Debarring them from a national holiday

Adopting instead the king of protest marches

The powerful minister of voting who makes

Servile politics march with moral cowardice

That in your decline doles out welfare holidays

While in Lafayette Park is heard the peoples' cry

"Give us the Founders' Holiday or give us none".

In the tall grass the pride of lions still hungry

Stalks its prey, attacks, the snarling feeding frenzy

In the bones dispersed the tribal diviner reads

The prophecy of political correctness

The now program of subversive verbal deceit

That denies you first your speech, then money, then land

Washington scoundrels trying to ape Augustus.

6. Capitol

In Rome it was expensive to run for office

Candidates bought votes with doles of money and grain

And sold their trust for bribes then sacrificed to gods

Your candidates exercise corruptive rights with

Venial sins of sex, perks, and padded expenses

Then disgorge in your TV vomitorium

In America as in Rome candidati

Are not clothed in the immaculate white toga.

In this your era of decline foolish voters

Elect as president and commander-in-chief

A slick draft-dodging con man with suit and haircut

Who with perceived amnesty on Memorial Day

Displays the solemn face of contrite demeanor

With funereal pose and wreathe in hand begins

With tentative steps his penitent procession

Prostrate at the altar begs for absolution

By placing the wreathe on the Unknown Soldier's grave

The once living patriot he mocked and renounced

The fallen patriot whose death he now honors

The ultimate sad spin of his hypocrisy

Taps call for mourners grieving with restrained contempt.

Bearing the Roman scepter he enters followed

By the speaker of political duopoly

Today your congress convenes with its dealmakers

Whose subversions are recorded as rhetoric

Adorning their egos and party positions

In sessions imputing verity to fiction

Whose voice votes promote hidden perks and franking rites

Whose yeas unite for equal dips in pork barrels

Whose proposed bills pander to fawning amendments

Whose mock debates pass prepaid legislation for

Reconciling laws with civil conspiracies

Justifying anarchy with volumes of laws

All this and big pensions too paid by taxpayers.

In Rome rich patrician senators insisted

That party censors purge unworthy members then

Demanded and received political favors

Today you are doing the same in your congress.

Your leaders do not understand what the words mean

They pass new laws just to interpret the old laws

To reduce your national debt they increase it

To collect less tax revenue they collect more

Your equal protection means discrimination

Free speech does not mean it is also free arson

Separating state from church does not mean congress

May hire preachers to lead it in religious prayers

As a debtor nation you call your debts assets

You value bad coins and stamps higher than good ones

I tell you this candidly without fear of your

Legal torts and suits because you are the jury

I could go on at length but I have only hours

Your leaders need my beloved Latin.language.

My hearers even though I fear my tongue might be

Severed again I am now compelled to suggest

That your congressional gridlock can be quickly

Dispersed by a decisive and fearless leader

Where is your bold leader, your Caesar for a day?

7. Foreign Diplomacy

Twice your armed might saved Europe from self destruction

Yet your diplomats fawn before Europeans

Responding with the aplomb of Tourette's syndrome

Yielding your advantage to balance their blunders

Executing your superpower as weakness

Feigning strength in approvals from feeble allies

Roman legates went abroad with power in hand.

Your foreign ambassadors full of protocol

Convert with missionary zeal narrow footpaths

To portage routes for tons of your domestic goods

And millions of your dollars to foreign lands whose

Dictators learned to say the word "democracy"

Who then seize your aid for their own black markets and

Deposit your millions in their private accounts

Build opulent mansions for extra concubines

Frolic in the perfumed waters in marble pools

And feast on exotic foods spiced with love portions

While their starving subjects scrounge for roots and water

While dissidents are slaughtered with your new weapons

While your ambassadors are stroked at parties then

On TV they report infamy as progress.

In the east radiation from the rising sun

Easily penetrates your unprotected shores

Eating at your core, ingesting it bit by bit

Is the fungus genus econophagia

As superhost you only protest while clever

Hiro with a low bow and contemptuous smile

Respectfully uses your own money to buy

Your land, your jobs, your landmarks, and tactfully you.

In war Rome demanded tribute from the vanquished

In peace Rome expanded its vast global commerce

In war you pay tribute to nations you vanquished

In peace those nations plunder your open markets

While protecting their markets with cultural walls.

When your Gulf War enemy was kissed by a king

You rewarded that king with more of your foreign aid

Again weakness posturing as superpower

Rome would have sent its legions to punish that king.

To protect its interests in provinces Rome

Built army bases and naval stations abroad

You too have built the same in many foreign lands.

As fungible merchandise of senate trading

Rome's enemies one day were its allies next day

You too have traded in Asia and in Europe.

8. Immigrants

Roman natives inhabited Latium hills

Intruding Etruscans claimed they were natives then

Freed white slaves and immigrants claimed they were natives

Rome the open city, swollen with foreigners

Asylum for queens and tourists and refugees

Rome even had a Stranger's Court to deal with them

Rome its republic and doles, the immigrant's dream

Roman citizenship was so highly prized that

Caesar himself granted it to some foreigners.

Today your senile congress is still welcoming

As immigrants the world's poor and wretched refuse

Incursive hordes of wild migratory lemmings

Invading your shores, violating your borders

Mobs of guileful illegals who despise you and

Impact your land with their swelling population

Who use your birthrights to usurp your benefits

Who openly mock you and renounce your language

Who resent and dishonor Memorial Day

Who with civil rights impose their culture on yours

But demand your freedom, medicaid, and welfare

And your liberal doles give them freebie pensions.

In the paradigm of political retreat

Some hear the muezzin call to terrorism

They use due process to implement anarchy

There is as much madness here as there was in Rome.

And then there are your real American natives

Whose blood ancestors emigrated from Asia

Whose natural spirits still haunt and want your land

They own huge tracts of land they call nations and their

Western brothers own nations larger than some states

They rebuke your culture but dance for your welfare

They pay no taxes but demand your tax dollars

As entrepreneurs they claim they own your towns and

Want them back for casino gambling's big payoff.

9. Idlers

The idle converged on Rome for its high lifestyle

Idle war veterans, farmers, and foreigners

Rome was swollen with idlers, jobless and unskilled

They clamored for free housing, free rent, and free grain

Most idlers were housed in high-rise wooden hovels

Whose cubicles reeked of garbage and body wastes

Where the proletariat begot more bastards

Where the frustrated set their cubicles on fire

Then homeless they demanded free new housing and

Lining up in crowded streets fought over free grain

Unschooled they complained in barbaric Latin tongues

Clamoring for doles of more money and more grain

When satisfied they clamored for more spectacles

By magic idlers found money to bet on sports.

Today your idlers whether legal/illegal

Migrate to your big cities for big welfare checks

Relocating to new high-rise public projects

Where graffiti, murder, and violence transform

Steel and concrete to decrepit elevations

Where tokens of nomadic/tribal sorceries

Cast evil spells on new subsidized housing and

Once more altruists lose to spiteful dependents

Those idle captives of TV soaps and talk shows

Whose swollen teen bellies incubate more idlers

Their exponents multiplying without limits

Their bastards begging for surrogate parenting

Their expanding census taxing your resources

Their dropouts speaking in slothful streetphonics of

Ghetto English whose offensive dialect is

Loudly expressed with assault weapons and handguns

My hearers your language is convenient and free

No dole, duplicate form, or welfare is required

Listen to it, repeat it again, speak it, and

Learn it to acquire the language of a job.

10. Debt

Rome was besieged by doles for its many idle

Rome built high its colossus of serial debts

Our generals conquered more land for more tribute

But Rome paid more bonuses and doles for more debt

Old liberal senators voted for more wars

To exact more tribute for dispensing more doles

Outraged moderates voted sumptuary laws

The people clamored for financial amnesty

But corrupt bankers continued their usury

They rebuilt burned housing for exorbitant rents

Bought bad land and sold it as prime land for villas

Romans cried out for justice but got only debt

Your corrupt bankers did the same in S & L's.

Rome promised veterans bonuses and small farms

Neglected veterans complained to our senate

Your neglected veterans complain to your VA

But your VA complains that it has no money.

In Rome land bankers bought out small farmers in debt

Establishing huge estates for large-scale farming

By groups of strong white slaves from defeated nations

Today your land bankers are doing the same for

Large co-op farmers getting richer on their poor

Migrant workers and free water from taxpayers.

Today your social programs pile debt upon debt

Your tax dollars squandered at the discretion of

Politicians needing power more than country

Deranged financial wastrels whose doles create here

As in Rome a populous of idle starvelings

Your growing debt will create long proscription lists

Confiscating property and posterity.

In Rome some wars were financed by credit from banks

Banks were paid with the spoils of Roman victories

Your credit lifestyle began with Roman bankers.

Be prudent and carefully audit your leaders

Pray that they not convert your polished white marble

To coarse bricks made red by the blood of taxpayers

Pray that they not lead you to third world poverty

But deliver you from national bankruptcy.

11. Crime

In Rome some idlers became depraved criminals

They roamed the city's streets with malice and daggers

Gangs of thugs battled for streets of easy pickings

One had to make a will before venturing out.

Today your marauding rapper criminals are

Swaggering street punks whose success displays gold

Earrings and necklaces and with their nose rings ape

Escaped wild beasts ravaging city neighborhoods

Gangs of illiterates battling for street power

Somali technicals cruising your city streets

Repelling incursions as in OK corral

Inept shooters killing children and passers-by

Recreating Rome's games with their own live victims

Public spectacles of idlers shooting idlers

Plundering and murdering peaceful citizens

Killing for sneakers and jackets killing for cars

Excused predation energized for rioting

While their root leaders and elected officials

Justify their wild pillaging and savaging

With false precedents from the Song of Spartacus

Securing sure failure for their posterity.

On their self-proclaimed turf the criminal idle

Openly dealing drugs solicit losers those

Dubious detoxers who cashed their welfare checks

Selling them retail the Rx for dropping out

Dispensing the dream that reunites users with

Abusive nirvana and post orgasm blues

That old promise of virtual reality

That soft homogenous detachment in vivo

That chemistry induced from blue low to white high.

12. Violence

Rome's brutal scenic games its wild campus shows and

The Colosseum's blood soaked arena you now

Condense in insidious public campaigns by

Depraved mediatric execs whose own evils

Are exposed in promiscuous programming for

Movie and TV screens whose metaphors enthrall

Naive audiences idling as couch zombies

Waiting for stimulation by telethrills from

A priori violence whose showoff torture

Mayhem and murder define gaudy holograms

Imposed with skived body parts still oozing through gore

Their fadeout changing survivors to sexers as

Cameras pander sexual propositions

Then zoom in tight detailing love's corollaries

Gladiators with laurel and bonuses are

Bulk muscled studs gratifying empty women

Ladies with large contracts surrender as Sabine

Beauty queens pacifying penned bellowing bulls

Amid the loud impassioned gasps of great profits

Multimedia moguls rake in their billions.

In Rome mimics enticed green boys and girls to the

Harvest fields of scenic games and there ravished them

Your mimics do the same but then kill them as prey

Crucifixions along the Appian Way are

Now the electro executions on your screens.

13. Art

In Rome some art patrons enlivened their banquets

With lewd mimes manifesting carnal perversions

With sexual orgies and bestiality

Delighting their debased and drunken coterie

Their privately celebrated dramas became

Dissolute public rights performed in the Forum.

Your NEA takes private deviants public

Its amorous grants support safari forays

For hunters seeking fresh ordure trails leading to

The coveted trophy proclaiming public art

As the gay's golden arched stream falls baptizing the

Trembling lips of his lover's begging open mouth

Its amine splashes markings of four-legged rutters

Whose deep lowing is the visceral moaning of

The adapting animal brain not yet human.

When Rome subsidized art it got Greek copies

Today your decline is evident in your art

Do you want unions to negotiate your art?

Your post and lintel sculptures are Druid copies

Spheres and squares do not create Cycladic idols

A one foot man coarsely carved in wood lacks the art

Of a six foot Roman finely carved in marble.

Your paintings resemble those of Roman schoolboys

Spilled paints create only representative slob

A black wall with two white eyes is art for the blind

Cubism tries to impersonate Roman dice

Deformed in puerile paintings by Picasso.

Native drumbeats of cultural diversity

Cannot create orchestrations for pipes and lyres

In musical auditions your syntheses score

Over guitar malodies of country and rock.

Modern dancing is disabled by tortuous

Contortive poses and awkward acrobatic bends

Confirming the graceful dance of Roman maidens.

Your warehouse repro art also has its patrons

Those who subsidize soup cans and hype them as the

Airbrushed cold-rolled steel Mona Lisa framed and hung

In now galleries for feeling high dilettantes

Their glossy labels the power ads for pop art.

14. Women's Lib

In Rome the custom of pater familias

Was ignored by saucy wives who ruled their husbands

Who convened in women-only Good Goddess rites

Who repealed the laws restricting their dress and gold

Who threw naked swimming parties in the Tiber

Who if divorced could then recover their dowry

Who with impunity had their enemies killed

Who in the all-male senate protested against

Taxation without representation and won!

Your women's lib movement began in ancient Rome.

In Rome independent and excitable wives

Invited passionate young poets for readings

Caressed and then disrobed by artful poetry

They retired to couches while their handmaidens

Watched for absent husbands sitting in the senate.

Today your rebellious woman pursues power

As the bold spurning Vesta straddled and stirrupped

Sacrificing love's inseminal ritual

For the stainless steel surrogate penetrating

Her oral groove as she captures the struggling sperm

Whose chemistry solidifies her dominance

Of fatherhood and in responding replaces

Pater familias with mater familias.

15. Caesar

Our doctors birthed Caesar with a Roman dagger

Your doctors trained in medical gadgetry use

Hi tech to inject death with comatose life and

Mold zooid corpus mounds to handicapped infants

But refuse the walking sick simple physicals.

Caesar conqueror and earthly god entered Rome

With cool logic and bold incisive acumen

Looted its treasury and started civil war

Pompey in the south and in the north Caesar his

Disciplined legions executed killing drills

Roman corpses paved roads across the grassy plain.

Your southern plantation owners with their black slaves

Nurtured their fertile acres to grow civil war

Lincoln in the north versus Davis in the south

Blood congealed as dark putrefied gore of swamp muck

Arms and legs piled high on the Mason-Dixon line.

Rome and Pharsalus, America and Richmond.

When Caesar triumphator became dictator

My glorious republic fell and its people

Once engaged in government became slothful and

The mobs clamored only for bread and circuses.

Your faltering republic has not fallen yet

But already your people are disengaged and

Are clamoring for fast foods and parties.

16. Civil Order

In Rome some masters freed their dedicated slaves

Some even became masters of their own slaves and

Rose to prestigious social positions but slave

Ascendants never revenged their ancient masters.

You had black slaves whose citizen descendants now

Revenge your entire nation ex post facto

Retrologic enacting congenital guilt

If this be just then immigrants from Europe can

Revenge its royalty and aristocracy

For centuries of subjugation and serfage

For sharing hovels with beasts in killing winters

For deferring freedom by methane's early light.

Your argument in this matter is digressive

One could make a case for going back to Eden

There your naked Eve was an attractive nuisance

She enticed Adam whom your God made her master

Eve could claim discrimination and sue Adam

But your courts have ruled that an attractive nuisance

Causing injury can be held liable so

Adam could claim that Eve's enticement injured him

Could sue for the thorns and thistles of her action

Eve would have to compensate her master Adam

Who would be innocent of discrimination

But would your God be free of discrimination?

Disrespect for others is discrimination

Excessive compensation is disrespect

Excessive compensation is discrimination.

Pregnant drugheads buy crack/cocaine with welfare checks

Their vanity savages helpless foetuses

These women claiming civil rights to do so then

Demand more tax dollars for reproductive rights

You need to rally with logic your scattered states

For a fair and common civil order so that

You may walk in peace in your parks and city streets

Also be on guard against the philosophic

Moral seizures by minority anarchists

Pursuing power even to their detriment

Be sure to use your votes to oppose and excise

Those malignant ones subverting your republic.

Here as in Rome rude citizens lack good manners

They lack respect for others and also ignore

Their civil duties while demanding civil rights

Civil rights cannot be doled out like welfare checks.

One bad cop or one welfare cheat spreads like a mold

Only a single spore can spoil the entire loaf

In Rome we also had conspirators and thugs

Did I not save my republic from Catiline?

Civil order is required for civil rights

Civil duties are required for civil order

Civil duties are required for civil rights.

17. Sports Heroes

In Rome sports heros transcended daily life to

Combat death and escaping lived to fight again

Gladiators trained for methodical killing

Boxers with steel fists cracked skulls and shredded faces

I never liked it how can one think with his brains

Scrambled like eggs with salted fish bits and liver

No no, I do not speak of my favorite dish.

Charioteers raced at the Circus Maximus

Driving and whipping their fearless snorting horses

Making hairpin turns around its spina, then there

Were mad drivers blinded by oversize helmets

Who gambled their lives for fortunes and young women.

Gladiators and charioteers who survived

Were heros awarded laurel branches and gold

Their portraits and exploits were posted throughout Rome.

Today your pious search for athletic heros

Concentrates on multimillionaires whose hyped names

Market worthless products with designed persuaders

For brainwashed consumers of corporate logos

Your hero with his 12-foot reach dribbles a ball

And then with hubris performs his Homeric feat

Dunking it in a basket only 10 feet high.

Today TV directors coach sports heros in

Displaying their safe skills in deathless arenas

Their feet cushioned in hot consumer fetishes

Their mouths pigging out franchised fast foods downed by

Fizzing colas bulked up by subsidized syrup

Sweetening their vulgar displays as parvenus.

18. Impressions

Having been forewarned of your time compression mode

I spooled deferred subjects for quick retrieval so

In this my afternoon of the orator I

Now give you my peripatetic impressions:

In Rome some humans were sacrificed to our gods

In Salem witches were sacrificed to your God.

In Rome the senate opened with prayers to our gods

Today your senate is still praying to your God

And you even want your children to pray in school.

It took your God 6 days to create a nation

Roman legions created a nation in one day

Even your godless UN did it in one day.

In Rome museums propagated Roman life

Your holocaust museum propagates Judaism

Establishing Zionism in your capitol

It belongs in Tel Aviv not in Washington.

Our brave siege legions scaled Fort Masada and won

Your ATF agents scaled Fort Waco and lost.

Our Circus Maximus and Colosseum games

Have become your Disneylands and Las Vegaslands.

Rome sent an old triumvir to Carrhae and lost

You sent young presidents to Vietnam and lost.

In Rome the Forum was posted with daily news

Copied and embellished by reckless reporters

It was plagiarized, managed, and sold for profit

Events became gossip then scandal then libel

For their latest volumina greedy authors

Demanded more money and even royalties

Today your news media is doing the same.

Most Romans disliked government interference

In business they preferred individual

Effort supported by responsibility

My hearers! do these words sound familiar to you?

19. Legacy

From this rostrum I see your swelling campus crowd

Undulating in gratuitous selfish tides

Their cultural biases called diversity

Rushing rudely into theatrical theme parks

Pursuing gaudy cartoons as cultural gods

Clamoring that good jobs compensate the unskilled

Protesting for more just for birthing more and more

Your people are the same as those who were in Rome.

My hearers in last resort I appeal to you

You are already repeating Rome's excesses

You have before you the casuistry of Rome

You have before you its empirical results

Have you been chosen to escape Rome's precedents?

Have your tutelary mentors abandoned you?

Your republic evolved in part from my writings

I do not boast about this fact because I know

You are much less given to flattery than I

My hearers may I be the rector of your reforms?

I give you these counsels pro bono publico

I bequeath them to you as legacies without

Thoughts of profit or recompense but your private

Gifts in memoriam will not be rejected.

20. Peroration

In closing I shall not test your mindful patience

My prescribed time now descending with the low sun

Your forum's shadows now coalescing with dusk

My fondest thoughts return to my beloved Rome

Rome the city, Rome the nation, the republic

Powerful and wealthy beyond its GNP

With its government, language, and corpus juris

Rome the beautiful concreted by craftsmen who

Transformed plans to material magnificence

Homo faber clever, organized, violent

And shed his blood conquering the civilized world.

I see Rome's Pantheon dome on your Capitol

Rome glorious melting pot of the ancient world

Is now America the Rome of the new world

America you are Rome's updated version

Res Romana is now the American Way

The pilot program of modern cosmopolis.

Rome and America most powerful nations

Rome and America the wealthiest nations

Rome and America the world's master builders

Rome and America the world's grand republics

Esteemed for their successes and hated for them

Rome from seven rolling Latium hills to world conquest

America from New England to world democracy.

My reprieve ending and my time now expiring

I must answer the call of memento mori

America land of dreams you are Rome again.

(Rome Again was inspired by America's similarities to ancient Rome.)
4May93     © 1995

Rosalie

From ego's conjured niche she is revealed to me

The long-legged pinup girl animated in her

Calendar wall temple descends to the dance floor

The Botticelli soft in flared skirt and high heels

Cool submissive silks adorn her female markers

As she orbits high in her strong feminine field

Slow seductive moves are strobed by ceiling starlight

Her vitals sustain our inchoate courtship as

We follow big bands to dance Fox Trots and Lindys.

She bulges wide open my young prudish pupils

She shivers me with her cool limbic blue-green eyes

Her serpentine black hair cascades her bare shoulders

Her fragrant essence magics me way out and it

Makes me sweat the high tides that flush away shyness

She resurrects me from my single loneliness

She pacifies my fitful glands and restless genes

She is the feedback of my biorhythm the

Target and pulsing inciter of my swelled head

She is my supplement she is my Rosalie.

Rosalie my Rosalie amore mio

I give you all my adoration without end

I give you all my love my amino acids

I give you all my assets and my bone marrow

And when we rendezvous in nightly oblation

I repose with love in your splendid receptors

Feeling the warm glanding gift of your output self..

A frenzied dancer glorifying you I rush

Into the hot gravity of your dense black hole

The ephemeral REM jazzer of my wet dreams

In the flesh transfer of my temporal burning

In the love flagellating in your ballroom dark

I give you me to incarnate and incubate

I give you my being in remembrance of me

My Rosalie sweet Rosalie in excelsis.

(Rosalie was inspired by the joy of dancing to big bands 1935-1940.)
9May91     © 1995

Rwanda

1.

And then the begotten they too were begetting

The swarming Hutu masses all begetting and

The few Tutsi and few Twa also begetting

And the ethnic multitudes overran the land

And there was a great struggle for ruling power

Leaders advised revenge for past injustices

And summoned him costumed with feather fetishes

And phylacteries whose contents he scattered and

Gesturing enchanted those visions recalling

Spirits of their brave deceased donor warriors

Now emerging from past victorious slaughters

Then shaking his rattle of Lucy vertebrae

Divines and foretells their reprisals in the old

Struggle to regain their rightful ethnic power

Kill for your leaders, kill for land, kill for ego.

2.

Here come the Hutu and the Tutsi avengers

Amplified with ethnic rage hopped-up with revenge

Wielding guns and grenades and sharpened machetes

Hutu Tutsi Tutsi Hutu Hutu Tutsi

Hutu killing Tutsi killing Hutu killing

To gain stature the shorts ambush their tall rivals

Downsizing them cutting off their tall heads and feet

As payback the talls then upsize their short rivals

Butt joining heads to feet of their mangled corpses

These ethnics hunting tracking seizing those ethnics

Prodding them with machetes corralling them in

A soccer stadium whose field of play is death

Lobbing grenades into the helpless screaming mass

Black bodies exploding splattering red contents

Converting humans to macabre abstract art

Then walking slipping squishing in the deep blood mud

Those moaning or moving hacked to sushi pieces

Then come the drunken ethnics high on savagery

Seizing women the nubile the mature the old

Hacking them flush with machete mastectomies

With field Caesareans they section the pregnant

Grounding and chopping up their evil fetuses

Then seizing all the men stripping them naked and

Flaying skin hacking through muscle sinew and bone

Doing sexectomies hacking pouch and serpent

Repro rights in bloody mounds of butchered manhood

Savages who roast their neighbors over pit fires

And baptize survivors by drowning them in lakes

Their bloated corpses floating in red algae scum.

3.

They come as headmasters and kindly catechists

They come with machetes for pointers and primers

Barking sharp commands they line them up carefully

Scaling fall spaces for the frightened school children

Their large eyes begging with curious innocence

Then sensing their fate mewing for mother's safe arms

Appealing in last resort for passover by

Monsters animated from old horror stories

But the ethnic serial killing monsters they

Slaughter the doomed children falling all in a row

Ending in our time thoughts of fancied decency

Then transcending revenge and even mania

And submitting to lingering barbaric genes

With their turgid truculence steeped in sorcery

They zoom in for closeups of berserk reprisals

Hacking frontal views with viscera descending

With platelets of dignity dispersed in bloodstreams

Flowing through open sluices red-soaking black earth

Making graphic the rubrics of insanity

Kerning hemoglyph rosettes in rocks of ages.

Look!

Having ascended from hell's fires Satan's charred sons

Now celebrate with exultant shouts of "power"

Claiming Rwanda their heavenly abattoir

In the heart of black Africa black is ugly.

4.

Have you seen the slaughters and heard our entreaties?

We no longer farm plots in our fields and hillsides

In pastures we no longer dance the Watusi

The spirits of our elders have abandoned us

Providence and your missions have abandoned us

And where is your salvational Lord of the cross?

Where is his miracle turning blood to water?

Our puissant prayers evoking catholic power

Now fall with surplice supine on bloody altars

Make us to walk safely on roads and in green fields

Make us deaf to the hacking thuds of machetes

Machetes still wet with death's clinging blood and skin

Suppress our emetics provoked by rotting dead

Disposed in pyramid markers from here to there

And from there all the way to the Zaire border

Clear our lakes of their red algae pollution the

Slime and stench floating from rotting belching corpses

Relieve the noxious black exhaust of bulldozers

Pushing putrid dead bodies into rift gravesites

Send us your doctors to save us from plagues and AIDS

Send us your volunteers to feed and water us

Send us your soldiers to rescue us from ourselves

To protect us from our own people looting us

In refugee camps on the road and in the bush

Hear again our pitiful pleas send us your whites.

(Rwanda was prompted by the Rwandan civil war.)
21Aaug94    © 1995

Sarajevo

Cowards safely secreted in far wooded hills

Fire large mortars destroying the helpless city

Bounty cannoneers paid for destroying buildings

Bonuses for hospitals and landmarks and mosques

The steady spiteful shelling by former neighbors

With short breaks for setting up genocidal traps

Waiting for civilians to emerge from shelters

To line up for bread or water or crowd markets

And then slaughtering them as in turkey shoots and

As escapees run snipers shoot them arcade style

Career bounty killers paid by the dead body

Double reward for children, future genitors

Their mangled bodies and parts maculating snow

In hospitals infants play with their bandaged stumps

Again and yet once more carnage in the land by

Humanoids imprinted with atrocious alleles

Khmer Rouge Latino dictators Serbians

The butchers of Bosnia in safe abattoirs

Just doing their jobs to the shrieks of Araby.

Once more the feared pounding on doors with rifle butts

The odious Gestapo extorting land deeds

Aligning males in rows for short-arm inspection

Condemning the circumcised to detention camps

Where perceived resisters are tortured and murdered

Where the assembled meek are tightly packed standing

Layered for storage in living charnel silos

Suffocating in tubercular miasma

Slowly fermenting in their excretal slurry

The rotting belching corpses of canton cleansing

And for the denouement of their expurgation

Rounding up women in brothel corrals for the

Final purifying ritual of gang rape

Setting them out to harden with their new seedlings

Burying the shamed suicides in frozen ground.

Experienced European appeasers observe

Practicing their base parts for the touring peace troupe

Acting out craven roles of 1939

Pretentious leaders hopelessly muddling along

Fashion plates trained in high performance posturing

Talking of compromise as in judge's chambers

Parading in their protocol gowns and perukes

Munching on canapés and beluga caviar

Gossiping about the reported genocide

Is there really infamy in Sarajevo?

While the Bosniation continues unpunished

While Serbian leaders smile at new cowardice

America surrenders its independence

To the foreign powers whose naive diplomats

Ignore the history of chartered failures which

Abandon rescue to impeach humanity

We hear their pitiful desperate screams for help

They beg for fire to repel the massacring beasts

But feeble UN commandments to rescue them

Condemn them to hell chained naked to Tantalus

Bold Caesar where are your brave avenging legions?

(Sarajevo was prompted by the genocide of Bosnians by Serbians.)
30Aug92    © 1995

Single Mom

Now debarking from Metro North's express track 1

In a man's gray pin-striped suit with stay-pressed trousers

Blue button-down shirt with regimental rep tie

Splashed with flowing fuchsia scarf topped by frizzled hair

Undercovers enhanced by nylon and spandex

Here she comes the new isomered instant product

The deliberate single mom business queen

Her power game face emboldened with chin thrust out

Swinging her empty black saddle leather briefcase

Marching to the loud click-clack of her blucher beats

Fluttering wiggle-waggle to her leased new car

Where she dons her designer-framed Narcissus

And strokes the dashboard Minerva icon and then

Cruises the boulevard for her final pickup.

Retrieving her wet and wailing day-cared infant

She free wheels it to her high rise condo and there

Hangs the hungry infant on her wired padded bra

Tosses to micro a frozen meal con ziti

Blends beta carotene veggies for fortitude

Then checks the input stream against the pyramid.

Stressed with a scornful altruism cum laude

She executes housekeeping routines 1 2 3

Displays her personal calendar and quickly

Cursors down to color magenta the third week.

Deleting that day she beds herself for the night

Closing her eyes and relaxing drifting away

Searching for the passthought enabling her entrance

To the action of a recurring dream whose REM

Projects on her eyelids screen the two young lovers

A man and a woman whose constants change values

Their passion switch designed for making and breaking

Their brittle bodies heated to pure white and soft.

Engaged and aroused she hits AUTOEXEC hard

Following the path to self-release version n

Herself replacing the woman with the dream man

Herself in iterative phantasy looping

Herself at the nth loop exiting in climax

Submitting demurely with visceral mewing

Recovering quickly documents her release

The chosen ova being safely retrieved and

Downloaded to the aseptic isolation

Of cold clinical quarantine and there exposed

To the onslaught of monastic flagellation

Crusaders battling breaking through fortified walls

The hi-tech process wide eyed by white coats at the

Colosseum's live peep show for career singles

Exhausted she wakes and reaffirms her sworn oath

In vitro veritas.

(Single Mom was prompted by the anomaly of single career women willfully having babies.)
23May92    © 1995

Spring

Earth's orbit tilts to ram in New England spring but

Swooping down from the arctic a polar vortex

Delivers the scourge of winter's savage offense

From once verdant lives dried oak leaves blown asunder

Are now scattered trembling on frozen zonal flows

My tall arborvitae wall now breached lies prostrate

In my potholed driveway paved with shiny black ice

Subducted winter plates crack gaping jagged rifts

In the swirling blizzard snow the specter of the

Monster snowman manifests itself hovering

Over winter's heaved ground pocked with frozen hummocks

Its glazed crust cracking from thundering bombs of sleet

The old oak's wind-burned branches now brittle ice cores

Break and fall helter-skelter on my glaciered lawn

Bones of skeletons scattered over killing fields.

Blizzard winds whistling through pines now broadcast the

Lion's roar claiming its territory and time

What was to be the hot foreplay of mating calls

Is now the torn and clawed remains of nascent spring

But sheltered in pond ice are the broad flat faces

Of frozen green frogs whose large bulging eyes stare at

A perigee moon bright lighting as midnight sun

Then comes the mute reprieve of hushed legato fog

Whose moist warm caresses of a snow mound expose

Winter's deep-freezed bodies in their noble embrace

A homeless man with his dog and an empty pint

On his cheek the rosary beads of frozen tears.

In my layered loose wool clothing I watch and wait

Wait with my hothouse impatiens for warm soil

For warm days and cool nights nurturing renewal

For water globules crawling under lucent ice

For the greening of iced brown leaves still hanging on

For the warmth of the womb to return just once more

For any thaw trickle to start something sprouting

For the day of loving in the sun's warm rad rays

For the bright day penetrating winter's deep holes

For a robin's trot to a spot of likely worm

When from dark homes neighbors emerge in insect force

To hear early pee-wee calls from trees still bare and

Cocks swollen with courting conning their wayward mates

See robins trot after worms in subway tunnels

And ducks do Jesus walks with raucous self applause

And the snapper its carapace moving slowly

Like a Roman testudo destined to survive

Then at last from the pond peepers in night concert

Herald the spring fires in which sapling ends froth while

Siren screams of loons echo from a molting moon.

(Spring was prompted by the Connecticut winter storm
of 13Mar93.)
25Mar93    © 1995

Superbowl

Cheering with peaks and troughs of crowd hysteresis

The hero marketeers pack the Colosseum

Its football field of grass green polyturf carpet

Is stereotyped with narrow rules of white lines

On the field the AFC and NFC champs

The Tribal Chiefs in red, white, and blue uniforms

Versus the Congo Sons in black, green, and yellow

All adorned with the gold virtu of their talents

All members of the exclusive Midas Caucus

Their focused game faces wearing hi-tech add-ons

Vacuum-gapped helmets with dark polarized eye shields

Pumped-up cleated sneakers renormalized with feet

Tevlar pads and hollow-balled titanium jocks

Bionic knees pivoting steroidal muscles

They eschew the base acacia root for drugs and

On the field affirmative action not required

Nor set asides nor equal opportunity

Nor penalty for clipping the fairness issue.

At game's end the mania of victorious

Hoopla sustained by stampeding and seizing is

Heightened by paper trash attacks and field goal sacks

While energetic cheerleaders in tight hot pants

Line up along the winner's locker room tunnel

And as their triumphant sweat soaked heroes pass by

Each she selects hers pointing to his shirt number

For the traditional midnight mating tryst and

For the game face that will sing like the mpingo.

(Superbowl was prompted by the uncontested preponderance of blacks playing football.)
9May93    © 1995

Swing

They enter the great hall in Apollo's temple

Sharp swing dancers honoring its sacred dance floor

Slippery as ice meant for dancing not walking

Its gloss hardwood mirror reflecting the starlight

Radiating from its high vault ceiling the night

On stage a big band of brasses, reeds, and rhythms

Its sceptered leader fronting spirited sidemen

Tapping out the tempo gives his downbeat intro

Intoning the grand ballroom with inciting swing

Backed by a buoyant Fox Trot or Lindy dance beat

Opening gates of paradise to devotees

Rushing pell-mell onto the dance floor are dancers

Enthralled by the big band sound of 16 pieces

Whose creative charts record those great arrangements

For extroverting swing passions in dance routines.

With taut and biased femorals they Fox Trot glide

To nightly serenades of sax amorous coos

And whispers of drummer’s steel brushes on skin

    heads

In dance modulations of male and female warms

Their contact bodies passing ancestral signals

Conjugating seduction freely without blame.

With smooth pivoting and throwouts they Lindy to

Wailing reed entreaties soliciting for the

Aggressive brash responses of open brass bells

Then sidemen intuit improvised solos as

Dancers' hands are clasping in split-second timing

Darting tongues trumpet over muted trombones for

Syncopated stepping and kicking and jiving

And always a tough driving synchronized rhythm

And shared interplay of ensembles and solos.

In the energized blast of an all out attack

All sidemen play in tune, all play together in

Their hormonal progressions and antiphonies

Exposing in disciplined freedom the swing thing

Hush-hushing of drummer’s steel brushes on skin
    heads

The offbeat swing esthesia petting dancers

Up and down and all over across the dance floor

With dancers and the big band in swing synchrony

Comes the symbiotic feedback of swing frenzy

On the stage sidemen blowing hard, pounding, stroking

On the floor hot bodies moving in dance orgy

Two bodies dancing as one in zwittered swing space

Entwined double helix swapping + and -

Reveling in their intense afferent pleasures

Indulging their syncopated synapse highs in

Smiles confirming the joy of dancing to great swing

Smiles reaching out to the rim of infinity.

In the heat of swing dancing the ballroom shimmies

It moves, it jumps, it changes partners and peptides

Glorious swing better than drink better than drugs

The Rx succoring the blues and the guitar

The vital secret weapon that won World War 2

The mass attracting all those aloof neutrinos

Swing the positive, swing the upright and way out

Swing is that music those ensembles those solos

Swing is the musical glory of USA

Swing again in song of songs, fiat sublime swing!

(Swing was inspired by the superb dance music of big bands such as Benny Goodman and Artie Shaw, 1935-1940.)
10Nov90    © 1995

Tragically Correct

She is a blond beauty pursuing big athletes

A foxy flirt attracting and consuming men

She is a frost maiden sampling juice al fresco

He is a swift running back on a football field

A receiver of awards, trophies, and women

He is a great lion-hearted athletic star

She's the wily white leopard showing then hiding

He's the all-season hunter of that rare white game

The one whose face is camouflaged with painted mask.

She is the love goddess who comes down upon him

Whispering the myth of the Elysian field

Where loving ignores warnings of personal fouls

Where there is rampant free love without penalty

Leaving earth they ascend coupled Venus and Mars

Integrating in space their high sexual scores

Transcending interbred barriers they love and

In that fatal sexual mating is destined

His dominance and her defiance catalyzed

By the added reagents of rage and rebellion.

She's the love object of abuse and battery

She's the contused harlequin of red, black, and blue

The puffed-eye split-lipped matron of masochism

Who cowers before the assaulting man with ram

But with high adrenalin she flees intact and

With her great sexual power breaks him apart

Leaving only the can't cope egoist athlete

Sidelined he begs to run again his magic play

With her perfumed pheromones subliming to sex

With fast breaking pleasure ending in postmoan pain

She cuts him down but he resiles to beg again

She strengthens her struggle making her selfness bonds

He becomes spiteful coward making nonself bonds.

She is the sea foam beyond reach vaporizing

She is the spurning shrew planning and provoking

Ignoring father's rights and flaunting her lovers

She is the brazen doe grazing near the tall grass

The bold hyena taunting the dying lion

He is consumed by the wrath of her rejection

His jealous genes precluded from her mothering

He yields to smoldering ancient circuits the ones

Driving compulsion to requite for his lost love

He is the worker without reproductive rights

She is the queen bee supported by his labor.

Confronting but failing to reclaim what was his

He is the spurned one whose frustration festers rage

The game-faced pumped-up Mars forging his spear of war

He is the playmaker of the game breaking score

The hungry wild lion lurking in tall grass

Stalking and then leaping, pouncing and then seizing

Slaughtering and then devouring she who spurned him

And with his tragically correct jealousy

Spearing and shredding her magic girdle of love

Exorcising obsession with sadistic revenge.

There lies the slain sprawl of manifest defiance

The graffito making graphic, the destined end

Of its phantom love, the last view on live TV

The obscene conflict of a sex and hate syndrome

Leaving behind combined genes of a tragedy.

(Tragically Correct was prompted by mismatched lovers destroying each other.)
20Jun94    © 1995

Trojan Horse

From the plains of Hissarlik he commutes to the

New car galleries displaying the advertised

Metal and plastic pastiche in dealer showrooms

The auto whose sleek low gravity silhouette

Is framed in black glass and crowned with power moon roof

Under the hood 8 liters of displacement in

A turbo charged V12 fuel-injected engine

The muscle and speed of 500 race horses

Whose profuse car dung litters the multilane pike

Trained by riding double overhead cams rocking

48 valves smoothing their compression cycles

The high performance tight cornering aero look

Luxury machine postures on a wheel base of

200 inches grounded over a wide track.

At night secreted behind the leather wheel a

Blinded Roman charioteer with wild horses

The reckless driver ensconced in his bucket seat

His body type prepped for the coming road battles

Strung out on his rack screaming through boom box speakers

Starting slowly it moves out onto the highway

In full view of all its enemies and begins

Running red lights and stop signs and intersections

Crawling up the turnpike entrance ramp it quickly

Accelerates to 100 in 6 seconds

Indy speeding as to endanger the lives of

Tailgating and jumping lanes cutting in and out

Pushing other drivers to shoulders and guardrails

The drunk suspended driver maiming and killing.

Tuned up for battle it cruises the turnpike lanes

Bypassing red flares marking the insured wreckage

And mangled bodies hidden by the bright curtain

The dirty expensive loud smelly killer is

Passing its body fluids soiling the highway

Spewing noxious emissions in a plume of death

Avidly consuming natural resources

The faulty product of fast breaks and slow repairs

The mechanized plague for profit rolls over us

The lethal want now packaged as a great gift is

More ruinous than Greek warriors sacking Troy

By day or by night in sunshine or blinding rain

On dry roads or wet roads in snow or on black ice

The all-weather all-season serial killer

Emerges with vengeance from its great Trojan Horse

Ending our living leases with highway slaughter.

(Trojan Horse was prompted by reckless drivers injuring and killing with autos.)
23Apr93    © 1995

Villa

The refuge of hot Rome or Providence was the

Seaside refuge at Antium or Narragansett

The villa with its atrium and patio

Its grounds with pollarded trees and trellised grapevines

Its concrete statues and Virgin Mary grotto

Women with olive satin skin its patina

Burnished by hot southern sun and strong siroccos

Wafting the exotic fragrance of sweet citrus

Their gentle manners reflected in calm dark eyes

The red-haired aunt with heaving freckled bosom and

The robust uncle with blond hair and fierce blue eyes

Standing erect as in the Praetorian Guard

Mustachioed men with suspended pantaloons

The man with the gold-capped canine always smiling

The interplay of required looks and responses.

Fresh-picked garden produce was piled in the kitchen

In the sink a dozen crawling and contentious

Lobsters brandishing their high open crusher claws

Roman legions with their short swords drawn for battle

Women cooked lobster sauce, made salads, and fruit bowls

Men talked politics angrily denouncing the

Job and ethnic discrimination against them

When word came out from the kitchen men went to work

Setting up a long table in the grape arbor

Children found chairs and set them around the table

With the table covered and places set out came

Two large pitchers of cool homemade Zinfandel wine

Then two large platters of linguine piled high with

Triumphant pyramids of lobster tails and claws

Vesuvius erupting again smothering

The pasta with its flowing hot red lobster sauce

Celebrating the taste treat bestowed by the gods

After the pasta came two large bowls of salad

Garnished with fresh basil and cloves of crushed garlic

Anointed with extra virgin olive oil and

Baptized with balsamic vinegar and then tossed

Eaten with relish to balance pasta bellies

After that the vine ripened fruit assisted by

Espresso demitasse with homemade anisette

Spiked by the acrid pungent smoke of stogies.

As night settled over the grape arbor retreat

The single bulb hanging from its dark verdant vault

Exposed its naked light augmented by backlit

Moonlight filtering through the vault's vine filigree

The stage was set for all that glorious music

The accordion, mandolin, and piccolo

Backing the wine-coached bravura tenor who sang

O Sole Mio, Torna a Surriento

Heartfelt anthems of Naples lavishly rendered

Ballads sung with such emotive beauty that they

Intoned nostalgia for what was abandoned

Gone are those summer nights, food and wine, and music

Gone are nights in the gardens of Narragansett.

(Villa was inspired by summers spent in Narragansett,
RI in the 1930's.)
15Sep93    © 1995

Virtu

1.

He perks it into virtual reality

And there enters a new search for her retrieval

He calls the techna model masked in gold lamé

But the other one appears in a black string suit

Soliciting selling her eggs at the seashore

He exits and enters another call and now

Her unedited binary format is listed

The scheduled daily psychosexualis of

Network TV soaps and movie distributors

Posted for public display by the NEA

He clears the screen but she files in again wearing

Black vinyl hot pants with thigh-high boots and a tight

See-through T shirt embroidered with forget-me-nots

Silk screened with her promiscuous valence number

She belts a notched sex shooter and around her neck

Concentric necklaces adorned with condo keys

Her swinging wild semaphore arms turn on red lights

Animating coiled snake tattoos on her biceps

Her global override lipping mouth chews up words

She talks street rap garbage so he deletes her but

She loiters in the smooth alleyways of his brain

In the compressed storage of his bad memories.

He calls the update version but she still comes up

Appearing with her imbedded reentrant key

Large earrings hung with shiny credit card pendants

Pregnant with a double vodka and cigarette

The bold porn queen born again as subroutine mom

He pounds the keyboard crashing the current release

She overwrites him with obscene blinking icons

Storing himself away in his past she is there

Prepping white powder snorting up a tampon tube

Her supine torpor stares with large sedate pupils

He escapes to his secret retreat she follows

In the chattering print chain of bad reads and writes

Her frontal view in open trench coat and high heels

Drinking liquid protein reduced to the wounded

Anorexic pubertal waif saved by parfum

Paired again he and she his spousal antiself

Thwarted trembling he powers OFF then ON again.

2.

Switching the channels of his recall repertoire

He starts anew bypassing his bugged memory

He enters and a female humanoid appears

The slim legged Marla 4 with deep cyan dew eyes

With neat biotech and silicone enhancements

With custom Ariela and fast response time

Her nylon peek-a-boo reveals the perfection

Of Galatea impassioned with hot graphics

Her full catenary breasts with lactic option

She smiles and he enters her resident program

She speaks the full words that titillate his prostate

And whispers the file name booting up genesis

They execute in wild random proximity

Unsynched images in cinematic chaos

She aborts and they crash but he does a quick fix.

He enters again using his super password

She now beckons with her open come-on routine

Reentering at her new address they dance to

The tango teasers inciting desire to lure

Adult shyness from cyborgic virginity

Then their engaged supple armature probes entwined

Making and breaking in foreplay send and receive

Messages networking to wild tiger flurries

Audio rituals of gasping and moaning

He migrates through her gates downloading to her core

Solving the litmus of her complex acid chain

Passing all her agonist tests of paradise

They make the transient links of genders and genes

Now merged their conjugated DNA is cloned

Their recombinance winning the Genetics Prize

In the floating point of her male inflated womb

In that compressed darkness he traces her fixed code

Copying for printout her naked assembly.

(Virtu was prompted by virtual reality.)
15Jan92    © 1995

Winter Moth

My window frames the frozen bytes of winter night

Lighted by the bright moon display of black on white

Black Dali shadows on white radiant snow screen

Where snowcaps' shadows drift about grouping for warmth

What were the day's hot licks on my glacier packed roof

Are now crying gutteral drips stiletto stiff

Even the fierce north wind is still and dares not move

Dares not erase bent tree icons weighted with ice

Whose swollen trunks now explode like cannon shots in

The arctic offense of the minus winter night.

In the burn pain minus of winter night window

Out of the background pattern frozen in that night

A moving object streaks past perhaps a snowflake

Returning the blur in the night sorties again

Approaching once more it hovers reconnoiters

And descending lands on my ice pixeled window

A thing whose deltoid profile schemas its ID

A modified torpedo body with beige bearded underbelly

A camouflaged fuselage with wide sweptback wings

Their great span stenciled with gold filigree markings

Two polling antennae border two convex disks

Their fire laser glow its awesome insignia

On my window the winter moth from hibernate space.

With its two antennae and convex disks in sync

It slowly scans my room reading, sorting, writing

Comparing each input with its repro storage

For the match of last summer's midnight mnemonic

Still scanning and reading, still sorting and writing

Suddenly with phototropic reflex a hit

In the far corner the coveted bright prospect

The moth now locks onto that corner night beacon

Whose beamed flight path is a party of warm updrafts

Whose destined hub is its shimmering nylon gown

The gossamer adorned with lace trim and tassels

Its thin wire quadrants openly seducing the

Venturesome single high flyer to come visit

Daring him to penetrate the torrid air space

To flutter down to go down on the naked heat

Down on her immaculate hot pulsing body

Cloistered with all her soft white powder phosphors is

The virgin turned on to her full watt radiance

Glowing in all her incandescent summer hots

And once more the swollen head alien hooker

Lips quivering in high AC oscillation

Codes in stripped protocol her solicitation

Faxing her nuanced message to the window thing.

Elated the anxious moth checks off powers up

Fuselage vibrating and sweptback wings flexing

Window rattling and then blast off climbing

Straight up still climbing almost out of sight

Back in sight full power dive coming in

Now banking diving buzzing my window

Daring fly-bys too close! insane antics

Now Immelman and rollover and loop-the-loop

Now skywrites forbidden aeroglyph graffiti

The preview of last summer's X-rated rerun

The proclamation of his off-season street smarts

Levelling off he turns into his patterned pass

But silently unseen amid the hyped display

The arctic raptor swoops down on the exposed prey

Layering its clear crystal lattice shroud over

Sweptback wings now iced heavy stiff and immobile

Out of control the moth stalls, rolls over, and falls

Winter Flight 101 is going down falling

In the giddy yaw-spinning down of that free fall

In the desperate effort against G forces

The moth homes in on the bright corner night beacon

And for the iceproof chrysalis that might have been

Radios with dispatch his rapt Mayday message

Anagrammed in his thin pheromone vapor trail

Lingering potent in the sterile cryonight

Unable to maneuver out of his death glide

Levels off and Zeros in kamikaze style

Crashing the movies of my winter night window.

There lies the frozen wreckage of hip-hop street smarts

Cruising for a quick fix of AC mainline jolt

That highs the low homeless to myth maker hero

The downed braggart doper of the phantom big score

The gold ringed macho moth the mutant pretender

Is now catatonic still on my white slab sill.

(Winter Moth was inspired by a moth in winter landing outside my window and looking in.)
6Apr90    © 1995

XX/YY Eaters

And it came to pass they all were copulating

The XXs and YYs sexing and birthing

Populating the earth spreading all over it

Overpopulating earth and polluting it

And homos pointed their fingers at heteros

Blaming them for all the people and pollution

Then came difficile toxins and epidemics

Then came the exotic XX/YY eaters.

The flesh eaters began eating the XXs

And when most of the XXs had been consumed

The YYs began engineering XY eggs

Centrifuging and filtering, splicing and then

Injecting the eggs with super YY sperms but

Their nonresistant zygotes they too were eaten

Then the biased XXs were eaten all the

Lesbians, hermaphrodites, and bisexuals

And when all the biased XXs were consumed

The gays proclaimed that they would inherit the earth.

Now it happened that the XX/YY eaters

Began eating the biased YYs first all the

Gays, then feminine men, then the transsexuals

The YYs began yelling and shaking their fists

And they hid in caves and in biospheric domes

Anointing themselves with sacred disinfectants

But they were discovered and they too were consumed.

And so it was that the earth was dehumanized

And the XX/YY eaters starved and perished

In seas fish multiplied to great schools and on reefs

At midnight the great spawning of hermophrodites

Millions of insect species swarmed over the earth

Large flocks of birds quilted color patches in skies

Feasting on the swarming insects and basking fish.

And it happened that under a perigee moon

The freak came in with a high tide and crawled ashore

Slithered up a tree and there feasted on insects.

(XX/YY Eaters was prompted by flesh-eating bacteria.)
14Apr94    © 1995

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(Agents was prompted by fatuous representatives for pulp poetasters.)
7May96    © 1997

Armistice Day

On a Veterans Day the senior veteran

Recalled his first parade and how as a young boy

He followed the trolley tracks through his neighborhood

Past the park and school through a residential gorge

Walled by the cloned facades of 3-story houses

Past the white marble domed state capitol where he

Once heard the new president F.D.R. lauding

"Rhode Island its green valleys and hills" and looking

Around for them he saw no green valleys or hills

And then continuing to follow trolley tracks

He heard the faint propagation of bands playing

Aroused he double-timed along the trolley tracks

To their downtown loop terminus overrun by

Spectators crowding and cheering from sidewalks of

Main Street's long and narow macadam parade ground

Applauding the mustered Word War 1 veterans

Parading with flags and banners and strapped
sidearms

Stepping smartly with fixed eyes to Souza's marches

Martialled by thundering base drums, burping tubas

Moaning trombones, stuttering snares, raucous trumpets

Soldiers marching with their bayonetted rifles

Horses pulling cannons with corollary caissons

Loudspeakers blaring music about "over there"

Lookers shouted names but soldiers stared ahead

At memorialized ghosts of slaughtered buddies

The excited boy clapping along with others

Saw standing nearby several women sobbing

Drying their tears dabbing with small white handkerchiefs

It was the first time the boy had seen women sob

And he wondered "Why are these women sobbing, why?"

Then came marines in colorful dress uniforms

Then came the sailors in navy blues and starched whites

Marching with Newport banners to "anchors aweigh"

Then came the "purple hearts" seated in Model A's

And then the contingent of R.I. volunteers

Then came the crack Smithfield artillery unit

And the loudspeakers played "roses of Picardy"

And the boy saw several men shaking sobbing

Wiping away their tears with trembling rough gnarled hands

"Why are men sobbing? Why are grown-up men sobbing?"

After the parade from the steps of city hall

Shouting through a spring suspended microphone the

Mayor recalled the armistice declared in that

11th month, 11th day, 11th hour.

Today the senior veteran of World War 2

Recalling memorial phrases "over there"

And "roses of Picardy" now understands why

On that Armistice Day those women and men sobbed

Today the veteran himself sobs recalling

The melody and lyrics "I'll be seeing you"

And all those expendable young men with crew cuts

And all the fallen never to be seen again

And the cries "Over here! this guy has no dog tags".

(Armistice Day was inspired by Veterans Day.)
11Nov96    © 1997

Ballet

From Italy to France and tutto to tutu

From anatomy to body parts the dancers

Animate de rigueur their classic positions

With muscled intelligence emote precise moves

Rehearsed with addiction to body extensions

The graceful synergy of music and muscle

Partnered with mirrored clones retrieve reflections of

The virtual egocentric in rehearsal

And submitting to choreographer’s shouts

Stretch selfness in reaching from corps to soloist

The gravity of live performance densed inward

Bursts to apprehension of dance drama on stage

Prima ballerina the solo supple sylph

Her blistered feet cushioned in customized slippers

Solemnly surveys arm’s length to broken wrist and

Downtrend fingers correctly pointing southeast then

Nonchalantly approves her starting position

With slight rotation of arms and extended leg

Dances to pit music executing routines

In flowing submission to rehearsed punctilios

Butterfly fluttering among the flowered themes

And after her flourish of spins and arabesques

She curtsies to Terpsichore, turns, and beckons him.

Primo ballerino prances with elegance

Bird of paradise, peacock fanning tail coverts

Iridescent hummingbird feeding on nectar

With mute bombast cockily struts to center stage

With élan muscling statuesque turgidity

Narcissus with bulbous pouch dances with himself

Broad jumping stage left to stage right and back again

Leaping to levitation, hovering midair!

Landing he pirouettes as funneled whirlwind then

In split-second timing stops catatonic cold

With gestures confirming superb body control

His practiced perfect arrogance demands applause.

The fragile prissy nymph coyly vulnerable

Solicits attention from her endowed partner

Contoured to pas de deux she feigns indifference

She breaks away and he confronts but then she flees

He follows her numbered steps without retrieval

Suddenly she leaps from scenery onto stage

Spread-eagle with flying buttocks and open crotch

From classé to grand jeté and then répéter

Pointeing pomping in place creating imbroglio

Reprising Italian moves that pinch pink buttocks

Harlequin gigolo seizing and ravishing

Then his hand slipping on performance sweats descends

Waywardly with intrusion on forbidden paths

Recovering he hands her flexible sacrum

Lifting the anorexic nymph high overhead

Spins her like rotor blades uplifting his prowess

Releasing her to shortfall she drops with half roll

Her crotch his nasofront intimately coupled

He gently grounds her, they break, and tiptoe off stage

To the wild applause of front row balletomanes.

At the nth curtain call they are revealed once more

She bows repeatedly then poses in curtsy

He nods to her once and once to manic voyeurs

With upturned palm and fingers shafting their bravos

He acknowledges the loud Colosseum crowd

His haughtiness elicits continued applause.

At the base of Mount Olympus dance devotees

Worshipping in the temple of classic ballet

Submit to divine exhibits of deities.

Men voyeurs turned on by spread legs, winging crotches

Aggressively pursue those ballerinas whose

Tutu tulle ruffles become the marquee for two

Prudish women aroused by ebullient pouches

Furtively solicit those ballerinos for

Rendezvous to rehearse prurient fantasies.

In the pantomime orchestrated for dancing

In the moving love affair with dance ecstasy

The sexy titillates of daily TV soaps

Are elevated to ballet's body language

And altruistic pledging by rich dance patrons

Combined with tax-dollar doles for the NEA

Support ballet as high art of porno dancing.

(Ballet was prompted by the specious noblesse oblige of classical ballet.)
5Aug97    © 1997

Binocular

In the screen load he sees colored pixels dancing

Viewing with eyes firing at n times a second

His right eye discerns the red-pixeled number 8

His left eye discerns the green-pixeled number 3

Observing now from a different locus gazing

And transfixed by the hypnotic photonic glow

His right eye sees the pale blues of his darling's face

In it his left eye sees her mysterious smile

Who is she, what is she, why does she smile like that?

The temporal bifacial percept is now proofed

By responsive physicals transducing it to

Convoluted neural circuits generating

Inputs gating impressions to experience

Creating a partnered + and - pattern

Of brain waves reciprocating as awareness

Charging molecular circuits with memory.

(Binocular was prompted by visual illusion.)
28Jun97    © 1997

  Black Rage

1.

Standing on his shore scanning the far horizon

Costumed in ceremonial regalia is

The big black king, son of a lion and leopard

Wigged with a lion's mane flowing over his shoulders

His neck collared with a necklace of lions' canines

Festooned around his waist lions' dried testicles

Dangling over the patchwork of velvety pelts

The loinfurs gerrymandered from female leopards

Its random spots graphic the crafty king's black heart

Its canopy sheltering painted legs anchored

By feathered anklets for flying to ancestors

The horizon's merged sky and sea now separate

As approaching white caps buoy and blow in driftwood

Getting closer and larger the great merchant ship

Sails into the Gulf of Guinea and drops anchor.

Greeted on shore the white captain and his shipmates

Set up their colorful commodity exchange

With practiced salesmanship they display new products

Delighted at the captain's commodious gifts

The gatherer king harvests another black crop

His people celebrate drumming dancing singing

Then his people feast on roots and small monkey brains

While the faithless king feasts on massive human brains

Ordering his people into waiting dinghies

King's guards capture escapees binding them with vines

The black king does the deal selling his own people

For the white captain's colorful products and then

The white consumer and black producer shake hands.

2.

And the Black Madonna gave birth to Black Jesus

Who as preacher was judged guilty of blasphemy

Was crucified and his corpse infused with black rage

Black rage because Elijah did not rescue him

Black rage because whites did not save him from himself

Waking and rising from the dead he acted out

His black rage demanding from his white father the

Clapping deafening thunder bels of lightning strobes

Splitting asunder the great guardian tombstone

Then passing unseen through its fissure Black Jesus

Rising to heaven was bleached white by cosmic rays

Today that bleaching of divine sovereignty

Are ritual lamentations of gospel choirs.

To you blacks still angered at Elijah and whites

To you blacks despairing over the whitening

Whitening waves rippling over your subculture

Jesus descending from his seat of divinity

Will come upon you with his spirit of vengeance

Converting complacent blacks to vengeful zealots

Champions for that compensatory justice

From dead whites and their slaveless living ascendants

To all you angry blacks whose ancestors were sold

Into slavery by African kings and chiefs

To black admirers of Amin and Mobutu

They are modern traders still selling their people

To all you blacks still denying that treachery

To those of you still suffering, Jack the Blackist

Will baptize you with socially correct black rage

For demonstrating, marching, propaganding and

Rioting for your fancied make-up benefits

For extorting yet another black holiday

For continuing your separate subculture

And for prejudicing future generations.

3.

Black and brown integrated in the sun's white rays

Fall as white curtained doorways of tabernacles

Behind the white door the darkness of black and brown

Come out! come out from your dark confining chamber!

To you angry blacks who believe that Black Jesus

Rising to heaven was radiated to brown

Who believe black and brown supersede black and red

Who spread emollients on brown skin not on white skin

The brown skin following Muhammad to Mecca

The brown skin submitting to the will of black skin

Brown skin getting blacker by doctrinal degrees

Brown skin that in submitting converts you to the

Magic of that old black rage now enshrouding you

The black rage cavitating and spongeing your brain.

(Black Rage was prompted by black racism.)
20Dec95    © 1997

Bonobo Gals

See the matriarchs in familial whoring

Grimacing while mating then taking male goodies

And when they have the goodies they chase males away

While barking oathful phrases "sed ministrare".

See the migratory matriarchs with goodies

Cruising for and enticing young female locals

Glowing with luciferase they greet each other

With soprano squealing they voice the litany

Of those subservients avoiding conflict who

Embrace for bonding and doing body surfing

Then squatting in a circle pass around their charmed

Nude silk Shroud of Turgid stained with magenta face

In blindman's bluff they touch and identify with

Tongues kissing and mouths engulfing bacteria

All the new old-fashion gals with archaean genes

Consecrating their union with loving unction

Sappho's spirochetes swim in their spinal fluid

"All you Bonobo gals in NOW sorority

Hi there, see you all at the Amherst festival".

(Bonobo Gals was prompted by the matriarchal society of bonobo apes.)
5Aug96    © 1997

Brachial Blob

Once in loving hands her show breasts are now flaccid

Once caressed by foreplay kisses her full thighs are

Now femurs humping under pallid sagging skin

Reduced to her skeletal self she ghosts the room

Maintained by unions demanding more care dollars

Drained to vacated mind and body she is now

Insensate and motionless with dry opaque eyes

Redesigned by healthcare providers she becomes

A brachial blob reaching out through plastic tubes

Talking through semiprivate lines to monitors

Directing the sustenance of her brainstem death

Mummified with medical wrappings, faith, and prayers

Her cells grow Fu Manchu nails and Rapunsel hair

Sometimes she moves like the primitive Trichoplax

Then after many years and millions of dollars

They pronounce the brachial blob legally dead.

(Brachial Blob was prompted by the need for euthanasia.)
2Dec95    © 1997

Cairn

And the living came upon the field where it crashed

Where it fell from the sky with its human cargo

All the loved potent males and the fertile females

Who fell from above and were memorialized

By stones made sacred anointed with engine oil

There in that green field is the cairn of Lockerbie

In invocation they pray for the departed

Elevating their memories to monument

Whose image commends new life in resurrection

Will the reborn ascend on the sun's slanted rays

As did mummified kings buried in pyramids

Or wander down to the megaliths of Stonehenge?

Rounding the cairn the living make silent offers

Each offer coping with the outrage of that crash

Each offer gaining better understanding but

On the nth round they do not sublime to new life

Instead they climb the rocks of the Mount of Mercy

Joining at the top the expulsed Adam and Eve

Surveying the plain of crawling protozoans

Penitential sinner descendants confessing

Invoking the help of their inscrutable God

Praying for the deceased in that unknown domain

Where the absolute coalesces with oneness.

(Cairn was prompted by the Lockerbie cairn.)
10Feb96    © 1997

Canzone

Sweet tones from excited molecules are backed by

Rhythm from nucleotide bases as they play

Nascent tunes ensembled by the musical bonds

Of tempoed cantabile energy whose strong

Vibrations voice the lyrical perception of

Tonal impulses transformed to notable sounds

Of caressing lips soughing love messages from

Visceral responses singing sotto voce

Phantasmal voices rendered as canzone the

Musical anima played in recurring dreams

Refrained at rests it listens with both inner ears

To melodic passages augmented by their

High emotions randomly stored then collated

In mind spheres integrated by euphoria

Its scintillating images sing the staffed notes

Scored and styled for bel canto singers who revel

In their aired vocal ascent from anthropoid grunts.

And now I hear and sing again that canzone

Evolved from the voicings of animal matings

To the ensembled timbred phrasings of love in

A melody of major emotive splendor

Replacing common singsong with a rhapsody

Created as an enchanted mind excursion

Impassioned empathy recombinant with awe

Aurally gifting me with ecstasy as I

Surrender with tears to the melodic embrace of

Music stroking the seizures of my crescendo joys

Music infusing stoics with campy emotion

Enticing hermits to emerge smiling and even

Charming Nemesis to renounce her infinite rage.

(Canzone was inspired by glorious melodic music contrasted with boiler-plated phrases assembled for current popular music.)
10Aug96    © 1997

Catechism

Lesson 1.

Who made the heavens, the earth, and all there is?

Lord God created all there was, is, and will be.

He created earth too small, so what did he do?

Pitying earth he filled it with living creatures.

Did Lord God create a special living creature?

He created the first human, the man Adam.

What did the Lord God do to one of Adam's ribs?

God removed and transgendered it to make woman.

How did Adam and his woman partner survive?

They ate from the good food trees and the tree of life.

What did the Lord God tell Adam about eating?

That he was not to eat from the tree of knowledge.

If Adam obeyed would the Lord God reward him?

Adam would live forever and be immortal.

But if Adam disobeyed would he be punished?

The Lord God warned Adam he would be doomed to death.

And did the Lord God or Adam warn the woman?

No, neither warned her about the tree of knowledge.

Then how did she learn about that forbidden tree?

A black serpent sliding out of the tree rot

Coiled itself on the trunk and then beckoned to her.

Did the woman scream in horror, was she repulsed?

Mesmerized by the serpent she approached the tree.

How did the cunning coiled black serpent seduce her?

Slithering to the ground the serpent turned white and

Erecting itself as Adam's rib it whispered

"Fear not, come closer, I am already in you

The Lord God transgendered me to you, I am the

Secret desire you denied but now acknowledge

If you eat this fruit you will digest great knowledge

The Lord God did not tell you because knowledge would

Reveal his pretended seat of divinity

Adam did not tell you because you would then know

More than he, the part being greater than the whole

With all that knowledge you could outsmart both of them

My wisdom could make you queen of this pleasure park"

Then the rib turned black coiling itself slimy limp

And slithered up the trunk back into the tree rot.

Contemplating her potential, what did she do?

She picked and ate much fruit from the tree of knowledge

She gorged herself giving Adam only a bite.

How did Lord God punish them for their transgressions?

He banished them forever from the pleasure park.

Did the Lord God do anything else to punish them?

Precluded them from the tree of life's immortal path.

And why did the Lord God preclude them from that path?

To doom them to death so he could resurrect them.

What happened to the banished Adam and woman?

They were most prolific so Adam called her Eve.

Now class who was the mother of all our mothers?

That mother was the knowledgeable banished Eve.

Lesson 2.

Why did God make man and woman in his image?

To obey and worship him as God our Father.

Why did God create us with will to choose freely?

So we may freely choose the good over the bad.

Are good choices rewarded and bad ones punished?

Good is rewarded with future resurrection

Bad is punished with eternal pain/suffering.

Why was it once a sin to eat meat on Friday?

Because our God had no meat to eat on Friday.

Why is it now not a sin to eat meat on Friday?

A new pope overruled an old infallible pope.

Where was God when the plane exploded in the sky

When it crashed into the sea killing everyone?

God the shepherd was watching his flock in heaven.

When misfortune comes upon us what should we do?

Pray for our God's life-sustaining intercession.

If our prayers are life sustaining, why do we die?

We die because it is God's will to take us back

God is the maker, the shaker, and the breaker.

Are God's heaven and hell real or just theory?

Heaven is the state of blessedness not proved false

Hell is the state of suffering always proved true.

Why has God now combined religion and science?

The faithful are now + attracted to heaven

And the sinful are now - repulsed to hell.

Did God solve the creationist-science conflict?

Yes; scripture clearly states that God created man.

There are those who claim God created man-woman

Science proposes woman was created first

And recent mideast excavations reveal that

God created man with XYY chromosomes

What chromosomes did God use for his man-woman?

We cannot comprehend our God's divine values.

Some claim God was first to use binary coding

If true, God used binary codes for faith and sin

If science assigns the faithful the value 1

While assigning the sinful the value 0

What value then should science assign to our God?

Binary code cannot replace trinary code

Therefore man's values do not apply to our God.

(Catechism was prompted by religion's scriptured answers to the God myth.)
22Jul96    © 1997

Catharsis

At birth we howl protesting our deaths programmed in

Replinoid memories of molecular bonds

Having heard spring songs of 17-year locusts

Having outlived actuarial man and then

Having resolved and summed our alpha-subalphas

And senescent having lived through all life's stages

We contemplate in endless time our mayfly days

Considering with envy the enduring lives

Coded in the giant redwood and bristlecone pine.

Amid summer's greening leaves dry yellow and fall

Old age draws attenuate a solid thymus

To diaphanous invisible filaments

Subliming ending in ultimate abstractions

Radicals attack with molecules moling under

Membranes whose internals are destined for senescence

Once upright cilia are bent flaccid ending

With condolences attending decline of life

When my + and - coalesce to zero

When powerhouse mitochondria shut down and

Ribosomes decode messaged nongenic codons

Whose aborted amino acids eat tissue

Wasting away my short-lived singularity

When warm energetic cells declining become

Morbidly cool losing inputs/outputs then will

New palliating drugs stroke my dying cells and

Extend my days massaging rigor mortis but

I still wonder, where have all my telomeres gone?

Now alone with my genes and habits recorded

In chemical bonds clinging without reaction

My carbon life with all its physical unknowns

With its beauties, enticements, and grotesqueries

Will end a closed shell game unable to react

In the end when you recall my living image

Recall it as bundled isomered elements

Whose starful aggregate evolved to earthbound man

Remember also my + and - and their

Premise in the kingdom of Atomicus Rex.

Immortality is in stellar ejecta

In atomic bonds traversing 10ⁿ light years

Evolving on earth as conscious mortality

Its corollary our bio death in cell years.

(Ciao was inspired by our physical decay, contrasted with divine recall.)
22May96    © 1997

Destroying Angel

In a hardwood forest after an autumn rain

From the cold dampened duff ghostly mists are rising

Appearing as moving bodies of forayers

The scheming adulteress wife with her sharp knife

The sad cuckold trailing with his whistle bracelet

The pair foraging for choice gourmet edibles.

She spies with glee the mat of young honey mushrooms

Communed there cespitose on a rotting oak stump

Aggressively displaying their ebullient heads

Delighted by this chance encounter she opens

Her switchblade knife and cuts their common attachment

Loading the severed in her pink oval basket.

Foraging Fortuna now looks for a satyr

But finds instead a mycological reward

A formation of erect woodland sentinels

Standing at full attention with their erumpent heads

A stable of mature Phallus machodictus

On her knees she gently grasps a flesh-colored stalk

Cutting it at its hairy base and one-by-one

Fills the anxious voids of her pink oval basket.

Nearby in a thicket in a clearing he spies

In the day shade a solitary white virgin

Modelling with her smooth wartless umbrella cap

Protecting her fragile and membranous white veil

Covering an unblemished svelte chitinous stalk

Descending gracefully to her exposed volva

Grasping the base of Amanita virosa

He cuts and drops it into his empty brown pouch

Then secrets it deep in her pink oval basket.

Then is summoned the little old lady in black

By candlelight she serves pasta and mushroom pie

He eats pasta with pesto topped with virgin oil

He watches her gusto as she devours the pie

Her obscene masticating mouth gulping white wine

He smiles dutifully pretending to eat pie

Then they sip espresso and warm champagne cognac

But then nausea and cramps, she wobbles a bit

Flashes of phallotoxin's invidious revenge

Then walls and floor melt and merge as in Daliland

Then complaining her ravaged liver flies away

Amo, amas, amat as in amatoxin

Weakening she calls out the name of her lover

But he's on the net chatting with other women

And then comes her penitential cry "Don't leave me"

Nearby the grinning witness husband approaches

Reaching out for him she falls comatose and still

Then at last she's cold and stiff, above suspicion

Then softly he bids her farewell "Ciao bambina".

(Destroying Angel was prompted by spousal infidelity.)
28Nov95    © 1997

Ex Cathedra

1.

It happened that the emperor's taxes were due

And Jesus took disciples Peter, John, and James

Mountain climbing ascending to the highest peak

There a mammato-cumulus came upon them

Jesus lifting his cup filled it with manna milk

Drinking he cast upward his loving eyes and then

Was heard a nurturing motherly voice cooing

"This is the triplet fruit of my womb, three-in-one

Follow him doing what he says, not what he does"

With arms raised high Jesus caressed the passing cloud

His face became pale, then white, then bright as the sun

Then appeared Moses and Elijah beside him

Seeing them the astonished disciples trembled

Then Peter recovering said to James and John

"We must protect them from the emperor's taxes

Let us therefore build each of them a tax shelter"

Jesus hearing said "Close your eyes then open them"

When the disciples opened their eyes they saw that

Jesus was alone pointing to them commanding,

"Don’t tell anyone what you have seen at these heights

For tax purposes do not reveal I am three

Give to God all those taxes others pay to Rome

Also, give to God taxes belonging to God."

2.

"The taxpayers of this nation have rightfully

Complained that tax collectors have conformably

Passed over all those engaged in priestly duties

Those devoted to holy sacrifices and

That their devotion should be extended to the

Generous application of taxes to all

But those afflicted with Biblical scripture claim

That tax exemption was given in the Bible

Therefore by the power of wasteful government

For tax assistance and revenue collection

By the invested power earned by taxpayers

And by virtue of their fiscal authority

I decree this directive become effective

The next millennium in the year 2000:

To all those performing sacerdotal functions

Those wearing Roman collars, black suits, or habits

Those using tax dollars for proselytizing

Those who are invoking their Gods for protection

Claiming special privilege for tax exemption

You are role models breaking your own Golden Rule

Doing for yourselves what you do not for others

Know you not that you live in a nation in debt?

Know you not your unpaid taxes deny milk to

Minority moms birthing platoons of bastards?

The time is past due for you to be penitent

Confess all your sins of reverent omission

Confess your sins of self aggrandizement, repent

All you consumers of God must pay for your God

Start paying your share of taxes, alleluia!

Your faith will sustain and succor you here on earth

Resurrection in heaven will dole your refund".

(Ex Cathedra was prompted by religion's exemption from taxation.)
28Aug96    © 1997 

  GCT Jesus

1. Genealogy

August was the father of Benedict who was

The father of Charles the husband of Drusilla

Mother of Eve the wife of Felix father of

Gabriel who was the common-law husband of

The trailer park trash white woman called Hilary

Mother of Ivan who was father of Joseph

Who sold his sperm to love partners Louise and May

They were on fertility pills and gave birth to

42 children who lived in a big city

One of these a son called Noel was the father

Of Oliver whose Prudence gave birth to Quentin

The husband of the rank beauty called Rabbona

The mother of Samson husband to Teresa

Who was the common-law wife of the man Urban

Father of the thin tender Vito Vitella

Whose lean body was coveted by Winona

Who was the mother of Xena who was the wife

Of Yves who was the husband of Zenobia

And it was Zenobia who was the mother

Of the hoped-for messiah GCT Jesus.

2. The Coming

Cross talking from each lobed hemisphere God's voices

Send him to mission in Grand Central Terminal

There he dwells moleing in labyrinthine tunnels

Walled by large graffiti-montaged gaudy posters

For the NEA's yearly production of its

Tax-payer pledge drive for the benefit of the

City theater of the faithfully absurd as

Fronting trumpeter angels announce his coming:

"Arriving on track AD millennia late

Making his second charitable appearance

The all-time all-place favorite illusionist

Realized as messiah, GCT Jesus!"

Emerging from a lower level he enters

The temple nave his attendants clearing a path

Wearing brown monkish vestment belted with prayer beads

The gaunt messiah with black beard and blank field eyes

Avoids eye contact staring autistic in space

The multitude of commuters makes way for him.

3. The Sermon

Davidian preacher called Crèche begins ranting:

"Listen to me I have heard the voices of God

Who do you think I am? Am I the messiah?

This terminal transits sinners to and fro but

Above angels are flying in GCT space

If you join me we will walk together with God

When I cast my net upon all those to and fro

The faithless will pass through my net's mesh to hell

But I will pull to me the worthwhile the faithful

I will lay hands upon them to harvest welfare

I will distribute that welfare to single moms

They promise to buy milk for their hungry bastards

They promise not to buy crack for partying high

You are like swine herds rushing to drown in the sea

You are like marching army ants with briefcases

Commuting to acquire for protecting your queens

To you pampered queens fed by your sisters' labors

You queens now lying in with your male offerings

To you queens who have abandoned your warm home nests

Opening your minds and your legs to therapists

You queens abusing doing moral turpitude

Fornicating in motels and cardboard boxes

Whose bodies are pregnant with Anima Christi

With the most perpetual faith in creation

With the most blessed sacrament of gestation

Claiming sole control of your reproductive rights

Lord God with his male trinity law enforcement

Will hunt and track you down, capture, and punish you

With exotic viral toxins converting your

Moist labial fields to celibate fallowness

Then will the sin dried succumb to Pharaoh's dry rot

And fresh dung perfume your dandering body stench!

I say to all you homeless begging in the streets

To you wandering homeless in this great temple

I say to you beware of the middle class dream

The dream of acquiring, consuming worldly goods

The dream of the corporate downsized and the fired

Know that productive workers first lose welfare rights

Then gain false equality by joining unions

Union bosses in soiled robes will tithe your earnings

Those pulp bosses commercialized as Santa Claus

Will baptize you with strike rights for legal blackmail

Greedily demanding ransom as they refuse

To deliver bread and milk to hungry children

Then will you look at yourself with swollen black eyes

And see that you are only equal to yourself.

You homeless seek not dangerous city shelters

Seek not those rat and roach infested SROs

Seek not safe houses whose staffs ravage and rape you

I say to you get off your nights of drugs and wine

Get back to the good old days of drug-free voices

Voices directing you to follow his footsteps

Voices directing you as homeless wanderer

Know that wandering Jesus was also homeless

Know also that Jesus demanded welfare doles

His preaching called for bread and wine and they fed him

The Lord God will succor your homeless poverty

The Lord God gives his loving preference to you

Exercise your welfare begging rights because they

Give you options to buy future seats in his new

Multicolored resurrection balloon rising

Over earthly mansions and above mountain tops

Up and up beyond the firmament to heaven

To those of you who miss this opportunity

Do not despair be contrite and confess your sins

Of middle class dreams, be penitent then will his

Hovering spaceship land for your trip to heaven.

As astrologer reading the heavens I say

That the father's son will also be his brother

Replacing the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

Thereby blaspheming our Lord God's holy trinity

I tell you this, unless you have faith and believe

You are only blebs on an evolving corpus

Your maintenance lives neatly summed in résumés

Are BS singsong credits for MS degrees

These are not prerequisites for heaven entry

So hurry to my side and join my ministry

Know that in the next millennium your faith will

Update the book of classical mythology".

(GCT Jesus was prompted by itinerant evangelists.)
20Feb97    © 1997

Genesis

Before the voids of great vastness and dark abyss

Before the chaos of the formless infinite

Before the seminal violence of fire clouds

Was cosmic consciousness transduced to energy

Was an oscillating virtual universe

Was the dreamtime rapture of probability

Was a universe of quanta seen and unseen

The unseen was never resolved but we see its

Fluorescence when + and - shine upon it

Creationists still claim that the first fluorescence

Was God's divine countenance shinning upon space

Exposing space to his mysterious powers

That God never used RNA reverse transcriptase

To create copies of himself and call them man

Creationists are still scripting God's miracles

Those unnatural results descending from myth

On earth evolution shows natural process.

In the beginning was the unknown solution

Whose constituents created time in space and

Galactic reflections in the mirrored sky

Turn and see images of virtual matter

Consumed by a massive black body condenser

Its pressurized plenum becoming unstable

Becoming violent exploding to plasma

To incandescent vaporous clouds accreting

Nanosecond remainders retained in light years

Out there far beyond constellations are pulsars

Whose fan beams signal the story of genesis

In invisible time making and breaking bonds

Then was heard the serpent's background hiss

recounting

The mating bonds and electromag charges of

+ and - in the sky and in our bodies.

Bereshit before Urgod there was combinance

Look!

Rising over the distant space-time horizon

Its accession shifting spectral bands towards blue

Its quasi fields radiating ghostly corpora

Their magnetic mycelia feeding gravitons

Diffused with decimals ê1 ê 2

Specters of + and - becoming matterals

Its matteral time distorting spatial outputs

Becoming plasma filaments for power grids

Matterals ending becoming antimatterals

Their fractals proposing radical theories

Of genetic fluctuations for paradigms

Of zeros converting the weightless to massful

Of star time immersed in invisible dark time

Of attraction, repulsion, annihilation

Forever imbedded in creation cycles

The atoms of diverse primitive elements

Defining the kingdom of Atomicus Rex

Filled with galaxy after galaxy without end

We are middlings who know about the middle but

We will never know the beginning nor the end.

(Genesis was inspired by creation of our universe.)
1Nov95    © 1997

Gregorian Chant

Renouncing their secular lifestyles they retreat

Safely sequestered under monastic orders

The monks intone with largo religioso

Their commitment to vows as they confirm by rote

The poverty of single line dirge melodies

Devoted music submitting to chastity

To modal chanting in choral obedience

To neumes instructing sacred recitations from

The monotonous feast of blessed solitude

Then rejoicing in group hypnosis they confess

Purging themselves of recurring carnal desires

In holistic dedication to him their Lord

In devotional service to his divine will

In homogenous choral susurration the

Monk cantors render those emollient murmurs scored

In psalmodies of lamentations and passions

"Salve Virgo embrace this brotherhood praising

Your sweet lullabies ordained in this our chanting

Lord clasp us to your bleeding heart that we may be

Transfused with your immaculate most precious blood

Lord Jesus in chanting with our base line tongues we

Pray to you and your inspiring Holy Spirit"

Above the crucified Christ icon promises

Resurrection to be witnessed by stained glass saints.

(Gregorian Chant was prompted by the revival of its music.)
12May96    © 1997

Grotesquery

Submerged alone in deep sleep anesthesia

Dreaming in the sanctum of your locked bedroom the

Grotesquery evolved from protist predator

Passes blithely through your wall leaving it intact

Dispatching you as fugitive from love's embrace

Approaching your bedside it transmogrifies to

An evil corpus hovering and then landing

Next to you glaring with its dark eyeless sockets

Becoming Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot then Amin

Becoming Brazilian police brutalizing

Homeless boys giving bullets instead of candy

Becoming CIA covert squads who torture

And slaughter dissenters, even Americans

It stands at your bedside with raised stained machete

Waiting for your eye contact and then when you look

It splits open your skull exposing your secret

The one hiding in you and suffocating you

In hypoxic paralysis you struggle to wake

Pouring yourself out of your nightmare's gaping wound

Screaming you open your eyes and wake it away.

(Grotesquery was prompted by nightmares.)
18May96    © 1997

Grounded

In Zaire are camps of civil war refugees

Where enemy black lackeys attack and kill them

Escaping from the death camps refugees flee to

Traffic a dirt road to an unknown destiny

Straggling along is a weakened wasted young boy

Faltering the starveling boy stops then collapses

Falling roadside and abandoned little boy black

Lies cespitose grounded like amorphous road kill

Mummified flesh stretched over a skeletal frame

Shows his white bones erumpent under black film flesh

In stream of awareness the refugee roadsters

Pass him by with programmed robotic aloofness

Men stare ahead to their hoped for destination

Women ignore the fallen fruit of mother's womb

A few of his villagers stop look continue

Past the boy of occasional movement as he

Implores them with bony hand rattling as sistrum

Ringing as Sanctus bell announcing his plight but

Passers by discriminate against him because

He moans in primitive despair and not in French.

Whose nurturing countenance will look upon him?

Who among them will show mercy or give solace

Ministering to his ravaged prostrate body

With caring hands rescuing the mortified boy?

Which benefactor will remit his misfortunes?

Do not forsake him just to walk another mile

When all have passed by who will kneel to water him

To finger his lips with a bit of root porridge?

Passing and ignoring they flow from his right side

In the twilight interface between life and death

Between humanity and the earthy slime mold

We thought the heart was the tabernacle of love

We now know the heart is the muscle that pumps blood.

Delirium images the kneeling savior

Whose cupped hands offer the chalice of sacred wine

Converting entreaty to peaceful surrender

Justly confirmed by a dark passing cumulus

Above the Black Madonna weeps her vale of tears

Cleansing the boy's frangible remaining body

For the reunion with his village ancestors.

(Grounded was prompted by the television of an abandoned boy in Africa lying roadside dying of starvation, begging for help from his fellow villagers who saw but passed by ignoring his pleas.)
10May97    © 1997

Hammering

That's the hammer of my father and his father

With its worn claws, scarred face, new hickory handle

The handle grasped by my father's massive strong hand

The hand and the hammer that built so many dreams

That built the tenement house in which I was born

With his pile-driving arm swinging bang! Swinging bang!

Slamming 20 penny common into framing

Or driving and then countersinking finish nails

Or coaxing a board into a rabbeted slot

Or tapping an oak dowel into a drilled hole

Carefully chiselling a mortise in cherry

Building with pride the altar railings of St. John's.

I can still hear that hammer banging its message

Of the old noble trade passed on through the ages

To the supportive one, the faithful carpenter

The one who built the infant's crib in the manger

Sure, that's the hammer, the hammer my father used.

(Hammering was prompted by prize-winning banal poetry.)
4Dec95     © 1997

Incantesimo

Confined in a maze of loneliness he escapes

On well-worn paths to reverie and there dreams of

Retrieving from deep fissures in his lobed network

His virtual lover imbedded camouflaged

In his neural circuity's dreamtime emotion

She is there coded in his knotted DNA

Reading, comparing his search engine makes the hit

Integrants link the retrieved memory to dream

Cloned from dreamtime's most intimate recollections

Reclining dormant in his 10⁹ cells she wakes

Configured phenotype of centerfold model

His idea of womanhood appears embodied

From vascularity Donna Serotona

Strutting in the furrows of his amygdala

Her memories firing axonade barrages

At morality’s inhibitory manware

Liberate from his sleep cloister her dream substance

Portrayed by Vermeer’s brilliant sunlight through window

Whose projection is focused to frame the folds of

Scented bedroom lace veiling her hormone rushes

His dream raster projects her pheromone pixels

He submits to her seductive theta rhythms

Approaching with coronal specter blueing in

A tight comp duality transformed to her self

With stiletto heels of power packed gammas and

X-rays penetrating his hidden primate past

Her sorcery beckons coyly and they rendezvous

Coming together in ionic attraction

Where brain waves expose love's resident fantasies

Where kissing transfers their alpha-subalphas and

Sampling he falls towards her torrid center as her

Sweet odorcast bursts upon his hippocampus

In resolving chaos lustful memories of

Warm blooded hunger searching love's trail in the dark

Foraging for sustenance of body parts then

Sharing their common covalences they cruise all

Those intimate membranes previewing paradise

Turning on chimp genes for promiscuous sexing

Enduring in his loins her old love routine weeps

Voicing overtones of visceral harmonics

For convulsive perturbations of his prostate

Then aggression migrates nucleotide triplets

Then are heard royal blue stentorian trumpets

Whose fringed open bells proclaim the micro evolved

Triumphal process to consanguine molecules

Love makes copies as they exchange + and -

Immortality's barter greater than themselves

In that calipered embrace they transduce all their

Innermost thoughts to chains of amino acids

As their gametes fuse alleles vie for dominance

They break releasing their intense coupling and then

Gasping subsides to gratified mewing and while

Medusa's lucent goo glistens on her young thighs

Her nectarase aftertaste lingers on his lips

As she basks massaged by the warm sperm flagella

In love's afterglow submissive sotto voce

Gratified she reclines surrounded by flat waves

With receding coronal specter redding out

She signs off terminating his daydream session

Shattering his fragile frozen bubble of love

She leaves like Euglena without even good-bye

He wakes in loneliness lamenting her sign-off

Lamenting alone, senza inamorata.

(Incantesimo was inspired by an enchanting dream.)
17Mar96    © 1997

Lamentary

1.

Swimming opaqued in a white gelatinous cloud

The provocateur adsorbs upon green slimed rock

And there rises from the microbic seafoam mist

Subliming to oscillating ghostly graphic

Her lucent arms radiating with photon's glow

Volvoxa comes ashore with dazzling visuals

A beach silhouette backlit by the blushing sun

Her bronze body kerchiefed in a white bikini

Posing boldly showing him her + and -

Her seductive extravagance now moves slowly

Past the beach grass grotto into the near cloister

Into the Nipponthese temple where she's enshrined

As niched goddess with two pairs of double nipples

The goddess who never used any of a pair

The posturing goddess aloof and decarnate.

2.

She postures as woman doing/giving nothing

She's the miserly one from whom nothing escapes

She's a giant sucking black hole consuming only

She wants and gets and then she wants to get some more

Her crocodile tears linger piously begging

She complains that she's lonely, that he doesn't care

Then spends the night playing solo on her clittern

She's a wanton wriggling wanter, she's just a whore

In his cappuccino is zuppa di pane

Then she repents deigning to give him once a month

He gives his valid nucleotide sequences

She gives her missense and sometimes she gives nonsense

In her learned paralysis of love-hate marriage

Her neglect syndrome sees his support side only

Then she withdraws ensconced as inscrutable mate

Mute, mutatus, mutation to petrified Sphinx

And he laments "What DNA sequence made you?"

Then she withdraws ensconced as inscrutable Sphinx

Her cameo face cut with rock eyes fixed in space

Her cold demeanor posed in catatonic freeze

Her insolence waits for his verbal assault as

She squats daring him to solve her silent riddle.

3.

Katie my love why do you ridicule me so?

Why do you rebuke me with your spitling venom?

I approach lovingly with hope and flowers but

When I'm loving you you're always biting my neck

Are your saucy green eyes those of a predator?

Katie my love last night in my dream I saw you

Busily spinning a web, smiling witchedly

Then you retreated but I saw you hiding and

Then I ran towards you but got caught in your trick web

Entangled in its gossamer threads vibrating

Ringing your sentinel bell then you pounced on me

Digging your press-on nails into my neck wounds then

We made love and then embraced in roiling passion

Embroiled in sex, hate, and spite you bit off my head

Then you got drunk on my glandular secretions

But my lips were still kissing you and my body

It was still humping in the mating ritual

Passed on to me over all the millions of years

Katie my love with your hard cuore ingrato

You ravaged me then exorcised your evil with

Incantations berating my passionate love

Your rejection condemned mortified me to hell.

When separated we attract each other but

Chained coupled in Dante’s hell repel each other

Katie, Katie now when I approach I'm wary

Now when we're making love I keep one eye open

Now when I see your arm and leg grotesquery

Reaching for me like a giant sea anemone

And feel hunger spasms in your abdomen I know

Protista agonista is stirring in your gut.

(Lamentary was inspired by Core ‘ngrato the greatest musical composition of unrequited love.  Music by S. Cardillo, lyrics by R. Codiferro.)

16Jan96    © 1997

Liberian Boys

Freed American slaves founded their republic

Now there is no republic, only anarchy

Now their brutal leaders fighting for power are

Black masters buying boy slaves at street auctions

Buying young men and prepubertal boy slaves

Undefiled and homeless boys looking for parents

Innocent boys searching for their benefactors

Find instead tyrannical humanoid masters

Playing the roles of tribal chiefs and witch doctors

Savage leaders striving for crown of leopard cap.

Leaders teach acolytes serial killing games

Prizes of candy bars, alcohol, drugs, and sex

Evil masters teaching satanic rituals

Training boys not to pick cotton but to revenge

Using working tools of grenades and machetes

Giving AK47's sending them off

To reconnoiter their power game area

Liberian gangs more brutal than ghetto gangs

Emulating the massacres in Rwanda

Killing in the streets and hunting in the bush for

Seizing/slaughtering political enemies

Fusillading, hacking, and disemboweling

Trophies of ambushed viscera dropped on the trail

Enemy corpses piled high to form road block walls

Their gory heads kicked around for playing soccer.

And after a hard day of mayhem and murder

A beneficent master queries a boy slave

"C'mere boy! How many you kill for me today?"

The boy slave proudly displays his bloody trophies

Pleased the master gives him a pint and double fix

Then when night assaults day blackening its light face

The master calls for his favorite acolyte

Inside the boy undresses exchanging loin cloth

For the advertised new American white briefs

For the privilege of bedding with his master

Who while cruising his captive tenderfoot killers

Dreams of blond boys with dangling participle curls.

(Liberian Boys was prompted by boy abuse in Liberia.)
2Feb96    © 1997

Lilac

May revives lavender Syringa vulgaris

Its thyrsoid stems of fragrant finials infuse

The balmy springtime air as bloomtime offerings

In the sun unfold starburst florets opening

The exhibit of subtle ambiguous hues

For genetically mixed petaline palettes

Saturated purple tinted violet with

Brilliant lavender shaded double lavender.

Inspired by colorful redolence I bend

And reaching grasp a stem sniffing open bloomers

Their compounds exuding odorous molecules

Whose airborne oscillations ascend expanding

The delicate perfume arousing passion for

The deep inspiration of the longed sweet odor

Narely welcomed in my vestibule it rises

Up to the nave of my expansive atrium

And then spreading above my turbinate trio

The odorous cloud settled between my eyes is

Welcomed by receptors generating pulses

Passing + and - through micro nerve fibers

Whose generous valences ionize atoms

Charging pulses through thin ethmoidal tunnels for

Input to the elongated control bulb whose

Logic gates process output pulses amplified

For glomerular distribution to the brain

There olfactory pigments redraw circuitry.

In the primeval reverbatory network

Resonating with all its coupled frequencies

And branching to virtual osmic vibrations

Retrieves from its frontal temporary storage

The inspired odor exulting from olfaction

Perpetuating in me appreciation

This day contemplating its holistic beauty

My consciousness rejoices confirming all the

Sights and the smells of double-lavender lilac.

(Lilac was inspired by its bloomtime beauty.)
15Jun97    © 1997

Lolita Proxy

On public display in her highrise denim skirt

Is the budding requisite body modeling

Maturation becoming aloofness as she

Swaggers on a runway for beady-eyed lookers

Strutting to the background cadence of base heartbeats

The bold juvenile model provokes peekaboos

From raised eyebrows as her flapping skirt waves back

Showing off the new high-cut white cotton panty

The showpanty blown up and retouched for posters

She's rendered on the street soliciting the one

Wandering in dreams of her blooming biotime

Whose thoughts become ideas become carnal desire

In their encounter she beckons and he follows

Past the parental wailing wall to the park green

That forbidden place, the seraglio of nymphets

Where teen girls experiment with free school condoms

Where they update statutory gobbledygook

Where the minor skirt becomes a brazen nymphet

The fluttering imago seeking sustenance

Exuding her sweet pheromones he pursues her

To the secluded orchid-covered gazebo

There pubertal markers haunting his dreams are now

Hustled from conception and coalesce to the

Bewitching appearance of embodied woman

Standing before him his phantasy incarnate

The exvaginated advertised folly girl

Posing as world model of ultimate turn-on

Smiling sorceress revealed as coquettish nymph

Exquisitely embraceable with doll wad breasts

With hot blushes glazing wet red on artless lips

And defiant lambent eyes stalking its male prey

With adolescent adventure for love's passion

The tender blossom roused in the pink dawning

Renders with teleplay its hormone honey dew

Then amorous fancies take the leap to hands on

Denim rises and paradise is close at hand

Then waves of visceral whispers "dolce mia"

Then kisses and glissando caresses create

De novo lovers in high repro ecstasy

Throbbing and thrashing in their adrenal rushes

In passion realized do staccato gasping

Binding each other with long molecular chains

Then later descending from his euphoria

Relaxing in the reverie of love resolved

He turns to gaze once more upon his beloved

And sees there only a bed of scattered orchids.

(Lolita Proxy was inspired by the Trichoceros antennifera
orchid which tricks male flies into mating with it.)
16Nov95    © 1997

Masada

1.  Flavius Silva

"There it is the last outpost of Jewish zealots

Their fortress and rock colossus called Masada

Rising isolated in mountain wilderness

Its broad base anchored in rocky desolation

Its high flat summit praying to passing cloud wisps

Its majestic gaunt faces posing the challenge

It was king Herod's refuge from his own people

Those zealous rebellious Jews who would depose him

It was his citadel against Cleopatra's

Imagined army invading his Judea.

Some of those zealots escaped from Jerusalem

Some with their families now live on that summit

Now in the name of their God and in righteousness

And with great zeal for mischief and brutality

They raid their own villages plundering, burning

Murdering property owners and their high priests

Stealing provisions and crops, burning their fields

They are the zealots who in the name of freedom

Harry us like gadflies, biting then flying off

Remember they once slaughtered our garrison here.

They're up there on that high summit looking at us

Living in denial in this desolate place

Thinking they're safely ensconced in their rock fortress

Drinking, eating, praying their God will protect them

They're up there daring the mighty power of Rome

Even Jesus was wise enough not to do that

My Tenth Legion endures on subsistence rations

Licking from dry lips salt dripping from sweaty brows

But my master builders will fill up your ravine

And build an embankment and lay a road on it

My siege engineers will construct a high tower

And my battering ramshead will destroy your wall

Your prophesied world ruler rising in Judah

Will not be a Jew but a Roman emperor."

2. Eleazar ben Yair

"They are now sieging us from their camps around us

Their high tower taunts us with blasphemous babble

Their battering ramshead has breached our casemate wall

Their torches have burned our fortified timbered wall

Lord why do you bestow this vengeance upon us?

At first you turned their torches against their tower

But then you blew that fire against our timbered wall

Lord did we not chastise wayward status quo Jews?

Did we not plunder their homes and destroy their crops?

Did we not drive away their cattle and spill their wine?

Those were Jews of lax religious observances

They forfeited your protection Lord and when they

Claimed that we were mad in our high regard for you

It was you Lord who punished them through our good works

We punished those wicked Jews for their cowardice

Wicked Jews who eschewed freedom under you Lord

Preferring slavery under Caesar in Rome

Did we not punish those Jews submitting to Rome?

Did we not punish those paying Caesar's taxes?

We must now consider our plight at this summit

Below they surround us and here they breached our walls

Tomorrow they will climb their tower and pour through

There is no escape except to the arms of God

Our love of freedom under God will rescue us

From those Roman abominations we detest

We will not obey Rome and its earthly kingdom

We vowed never to be the servants of Caesar

We were the first to revolt against mighty Rome

Now we are the last to struggle against Rome but

We cannot fight and win against their great number

If we surrender we will become slaves of Rome

Our men will be forced to fight and die in their games

Our women will be coveted, stripped, and gang raped

Their rape seeds will grow up Roman serving Caesar

Our own children will surely live their lives as slaves

They will be denied religious observances

Denied daily recitation of the Shema

If we surrender we abandon our Lord God

If we resist their attack fighting to the end

They will slaughter us as sacrifice to Caesar.

God delivered holy Jerusalem to Rome

And then God turned their flaming torches against us

God has given us these omens that we should now

Destroy by fire our provisions and this fortress

We thought this fortress to be unconquerable

But God has shown us his anger at all our sins

Let us receive God's punishment by our own hands

Our hands will be more moderate than those of Rome

God has given us the time to die in freedom

To die as free Jews the men, women, and children

Have we not proved more virtuous and courageous?

Have we not proved determination in our cause?

But God has given us time to resolve this siege

To escape defeat, to deny them victory

I see your tears and hear your lamentations and

Know your painful affliction of indecision

Know the irresolute suffering of that disease

I exhort you to deny them their spoils of war

To sacrifice our sieged bodies for love of God

By lots we can select ten for the genocide

By lots the last of the ten to fall on his sword.

Know that life is afflicted with calamity

Is this not a calamity that afflicts us?

While we are still free with our hands and feet unbound

Let us lie down and deny the Romans their prize

Let us confound them with our courage in dying

All the men, women, and children resolved to die

The husbands, wives, and children dying together

Dearly embracing each other in liberty

Let's produce that deep sleep favorable to God

Death releases us to our immortality

To that place insensible to life's miseries

To that place where all our ancestors wait for us

I tell you our deaths will not make the rabbis cry

But our deaths will inspire future generations".

3. Flavius Silva

"Yesterday we saw their surrender smoke signals

Today we see them slain among crackling cinders

Today we see all the dead men, women, children

There is more desolation up here than out there

Look, deep cuts in their throats look like wadis below

Their zealous butcher should have killed only himself

Sparing his followers from this gory slaughter

Their sacrifice donates another victory

Rome triumphs once more over Jewish resistance

Herodion, Machaerus, now Masada

I commemorate Masada Rock of Triumph

Because Jove himself destined Rome to rule the world

Our gods have given Rome another victory

Our gods have triumphed over their imagined God

Earthly gods triumphed over their heavenly God

Jews claim that God's heavenly kingdom rules their lives

But now they know that earthly Rome rules in Judah.

Now I revel in thoughts of returning to Rome

My feet upon our tiled Roman floors, smooth and cold

My arms clasping the bathed white body of my wife

Rome glorious Rome, the nation, the world city

Rome the city, is there another one like it?

Its white marble buildings and grand avenues

Its social baths and the Forum and the Circus

Its people, its banquets, and its seaside villas

And water, water, fountains, Tiber, and ocean

Rome you vanquish this land of rocks and scorpions

This land where Jews live in an imagined kingdom

Rome glorious Rome you redeem this vast wasteland."

(Masada was prompted by the Roman siege of that Jewish fortress.)
11Mar96    © 1997

Medusa

1.

The angry evil king commanded Perseus

Go on a dangerous mission the one on which

All previous adventurers were turned to stone

The mission of finding and decapitating

The repulsive serial killer Medusa

To drop her head in the Bay of Neapolis

Then return with the legendary unicorns.

Pitying Perseus gods on Mount Olympus

Gifted him with their special attack equipment

A magic helmet making him invisible

A mirrored bronze shield and a razor blade sickle

Two sleek aerowing sandals for flighting his will

And a leakproof backpack for carrying her head

Then sternly warned him not to look at Medusa

That his eyes must never look directly at hers

Her stare would turn him to stone as it had others

With these god-given Olympian perks Perseus

Began his mission to decapitate Medusa.

Flying to her environs and landing softly

Perseus remembering the god's stern warning

Gazed only at his shield as he stepped warily

Towards the eerie moaning coming from Quarry Lane

From the necropolis of stone statues whose low

Alien wailing wafting on wind was heard as

The requiem chorus in memoriam for

All those whose daring inquisitive gaze met hers

All those lifelike sculptures facing the cave and then

Scurrying from her post like a female spider

He saw in his shield Athena's awful revenge

Terrible mortal Gorgon monster Medusa

Her head coiffed with hissing writhing venomous snakes

Her spinescent split-ends hot permed in starburst coils

The heinous headdress topped bulging compound eyes whose

Indurating lasers beaconed brightly over

A squat neck armored with slimy snkeskin pantiles

Large arthritic hands jostled filigreed bone wings

Jerking her grotesquery from here to there while

Hideous grins exposed mastodon bucktusks as

Her serpentine tongues teased the shield to come closer

Minding his god-given perks and warily wise

Moving cautiously with great determination

Guided by her image reflected on his shield

Fearless Perseus moved in closer and closer

Then he saw her horrid head with its killer eyes

Their indurating lasers searching for his eyes

Bounced off his magic shield resounding with brazes

Her fiendish hissing fogged his shield with dirty spume

Its foul odor a nauseous putrid aerosol

Pressed him for quick action so he half-stepped closer

And then alongside her heard her lowing death moan

And tightening his grip on the sickle Perseus

Extending his muscular arm to its full length

Reared up and with a lightning backhand power swing

Cut off her horrid head which cursed as it fell and

Caught the mocking red mess in his leakproof backpack.

2.

Flighting with aerowing sandals Perseus flew

To the warm Bay of Neapolis and circling

Dropped the bloody severed head into the water

Poseidon angered at this obvious trespass

Ordered Perseus to find the bottom-dwelling

Sea slug and free it from its cumbersome giant shell

Knowing Poseidon's power Perseus agreed

Using his aerowing sandals as flippers and

Diving to the bottom of the bay he searched for

The handicapped slug pulling along its giant shell

Searching he found the sea slug and with his sickle

Parted the sea slug from its cumbersome giant shell

Then delivered the giant shell to Poseidon and

The feat performed Poseidon pardoned Perseus

Who took off on the first leg of his homeward flight

In his leakproof backpack dozens of unicorns

Rising from Medusa's gore were the evidence

The required proof he had decapitated her.

3.

Medusa's swollen buoyant head wandered on waves

Which cleansed its cursing mouth begging for pardon

Relenting Athena metamorphosed it to

The clear jellyfish Medusa gorgonzoa

Now in the warm Bay of Naples it floats freely

From its semitransparent umbrella dome the

Clear gelatinous goo slimes down converting its

Old serpentine hair to gossamer tentacles

Treading water beckoning to passing prey to

Come and look at the perfection of its nakedness

When a curious looker draws near, comes too close

Its lassoing tentacles captures it and with

Stinging venomous capsules paralyzes the

Voyeur who dared look at her exposed nakedness

Ingesting it with much gusto and thanksgiving

Then full of others Medusa alters itself

Male becoming female becoming male sampling

Bisexual life cycles whose fickle mating

Offsprings masses of medusas in the warm bay.

4.

Also basking in the bay is the freed sea slug

Nudibranchia hermaphrodita flaunting

Its brilliant yellow supple molluscan body

Crowned with undulating scalloped border it swims

Pleasantly propelling its male/female selfness

Which in the throes of autoeroticism

Infuses self lovers with its sweet lemon scent

Outputting egg masses hatching to veiled larvae.

In the mode of its hero emancipator

A larva begins its mission to medusa

Searching with its hyped body language signalling

"I want you and need you my medusa mia"

Nearby the once horrid monster now jellyfish

Manifests itself nurturing altruist its

Writhing diaphanous tentacles inviting

The hungry larva to come feed at its table

Embraced by medusa the larva starts feeding

Eating its way up to the soft umbrella dome

Ingesting there all the intimate tender parts

Of the free gastronomic zuppa di pesce

Eating to the refrains of Tasty Medusa

Eating its way to a fully grown nudibranch

Reducing the ravished medusa to a mere

Vestigial bit of its mutualist nonself

The once heinous monster now a clitoral blip

Clings to life under the nudibranch's active mouth

Affixed demeaned medusa begs for scraps of food.

(Medusa was inspired by the symbiosis of medusas and nudibranchs in the Bay of Naples.)
26Oct95    © 1997

Motherosis

Their helpless demeanor conceals conspiring hearts

Their deceit screens prolific propensities as

Parasites begging before their gullible hosts

Those do-gooders nurturing the welfare roots of

Females courted by promiscuous high birthing

The ones cashing their welfare checks for getting high

The ones selling their food stamps for more partying

Their sexing genes turned on, mothering genes turned off

Abusing benevolence, abusing children

The bad mom who birthed 8 abandoned 3 killed 1

The annually pregnant teen mom with 5 kids

The pregnant nymphet learning and working welfare

Ugly repeat offenders of their repro gifts

Infecting their egg supply with motherosis

Wayward bitches copulating on your front lawn

The known metazoan mistakes replicating.

(Motherosis was prompted by the need for preventing repeated pregnancies in incorrigibly promiscuous welfare moms.)
15Apr96    © 1997

Poetry 101

"Now class write a triplet or tricky triolet

Or maybe doggerel or perhaps pupperel

You should use the standard college dictionary

And rhymes from the internet are voluntary

And remember your syllables are viewables".

There before him are naive student famulae

Showing the crossed bare legs of future alumnae

Scanning the front row spies her face so glamorous

His tremulous heart throbs beating to molussus

His eyes run up her leg and rest upon her knee

He mumbles something about "my sweet chickadee"

As he sallies forth with his salacious query

His lechery stares at her parted leggery

With lust aforethought travels her two-limbed highway

Whose junction is the portal link to cached passion

In struggling to escape its foreboding death snap

His daring probes are snared by her Venus-flytrap.

The tenured predatory prof of Ph.D.

Nervously asks to peek at her student ID

Then smiles at Myria Plethora who's 18

He asks her to read the poem Velvety Queen

She reads plaintively like a soft mewling oboe

Glissando with rare polpettone tantando

Then in that classroom dim does horny prof decree

An A for her if she would raise her canopy

Then together couple out to the sunny sea

And in a daze he opens his anthology

And reads with passion Casanova's rhapsody:

"Maid of deep ancestral yearning

Maid of love with psyche burning

With tunic white and girdle bright

Come assay me this magic night".

(Poetry 101 was prompted by professors classing poetry
to impressionable young women sitting in the front row).
6May96     © 1997

Presidents

Their visions created our national realty

They were the creators and makers of acres

They were the builders constructing our great country

They remain America's greatest presidents

Washington and Jefferson, Tyler, Polk and Pierce.

Washington the triumphant the progenitor

Of the original thirteen united states

Jefferson the gentle conqueror of lands from

The Mississippi to the majestic Rockies

From the warm calm gulf north to frigid Canada

Wise Tyler annexed the Texas territory

Victorious Polk won the southwest and the west

And Pierce obtained those imbedded tracts of land

Completing the vast mosaic from sea to sea

And let us remember that what was once known as

Seward's Folly is now called Seward's Sapience

And remember too their historic aphorism:

Small nations have no land, no people, no power

And when tyrants ravage nations the land remains.

They were the visionaries who gave us the land

The land that attracted those hopeful immigrants

The ones who built a new nation and new culture

The new culture that built a new superpower

They were creators making way for maintainers

Making way for all the maintenance presidents

Lincoln and Wilson and F.D.R. and others.

Presidents come and go, the nation’s land remains.

(Presidents was prompted by the jury nullification printed in the New York Times Magazine 15Dec96.)
22Feb97    © 1997

Secret Agent

It is not a bacterium or a virus

It has no DNA, cannot make RNA

Yet it is organized to replicate itself

Immersed in formaldehyde it remains alive

Centrifugated at max speed its densities

Not only remain together but reproduce

Its boiled off vapor distills as original

From absolute zero it ascends warmingly

It survives acid test pH-1 and

Also alkali test pH+11

Subjected to quark testing it survives intact

Tortured by technicians it endures in selfness.

Is it secret Asian man karmaed to oneness

Or the interface between energy and life

Or surviving universal progenitor

Or alien microbe from planet Xenotreme?

What is it, is it the what of the who of God

Or the true God of scriptures, epics, and icons

Revealed to redeem all God's faulty creations

Is it delivering us from our ignorance?

(Secret Agent was prompted by extremophiles).
17Aug97    © 1997

Simon Says

1.

Simon says "It is I who speaks; do as I say;

I will lead; you follow me" and God followed him.

Simon says "Covenant a nation with Abram"

And then God found Abram and sent him to Canaan.

Simon says "Tell Moses the Lord and God are one"

On Mount Sinai God gave Moses two stone tablets.

Simon says "Jews must make peace with their enemies"

God appeared to Jeremiah the pacifist.

Simon says "Jews must unite in common rituals"

Then God blessed Ezekiel father of Judaism.

Simon says "Exile from Israel its lawless"

God sent the lawless into the Ddiaspora

Simon says "On this day you may rest as I do"

And on the seventh day God observed the Sabbath.

2.

Simon says "Combine religion and government"

And from Judaism God created Zionism.

Simon says "Now search for a Zionist homeland"

God dispatched a boatload of Jews around the world

Simon says "Return to the old land of Zion"

In London God got permission from Balfour.

Simon says "Claim Palestine as Zionist land"

God passed over Arabs to give Jews Palestine.

Simon says "It's time for the second Exodus"

God created the vision of new Israel.

Simon says "Gather Jews from the Diaspora"

With the shofar God called to Jews throughout the world.

Simon says "Populate the new Zionist state"

And God sent there a boatload of wandering Jews.

3.

Simon says "Use a politically correct name"

God called the new Zionist state a democracy.

Simon says "Buy American gentile politicians"

God delivered gentile politicians wearing skull caps.

Simon says "Now buy the American Congress"

And God delivered the Congress to Israel.

Simon says " Get your democracy U.S. aid"

And God delivered U.S. taxpayer dollars.

Simon says "Demand more money from the Congress"

God delivered more U.S. taxpayer dollars.

Simon says "Increase the Jewish population"

God delivered new settlements on Arab land.

Simon says "Recruit more Jews from America"

God built more new settlements on more Arab land.

Simon says "Protect your expanded new borders"

God commanded Jews to oppress Arab neighbors.

Simon says "Reveal your Sicarian zealot"

And God sent Baruch Goldstein to a Hebron mosque.

Simon says "Buy American media outlets"

God delivered TV, movie, and print media.

Simon says "Steal American military secrets"

God convinced American Jews to spy and steal.

4.

Simon says "Your new Jews killed their own peacemaker"

God asked "Why did you people kill your peacemaker?"

And the people replied "The peace process tricked us".

Simon says "Honor the death of your peacemaker"

And God delivered world leaders to Israel

Clinton the pretender became a Jew for a day

Reciting the Kaddish for his '96 campaign.

Simon says "Sing the Israeli national anthem"

And God inspired Jewish Americans to sing.

Simon says "Publicize the peacemaker's martyrdom"

And God delivered the American media.

Simon says "The lawless use pulp Gods to make war"

Then God called together all the warring nations.

Simon says "Recall Abram and redefine Abraham"

In pilgrimage God reconciled Jews, Christians, Moslems.

(Simon Says was prompted by the assassination of Yitzhak Rabin 4Nov95).
8Nov95    © 1997

Sister Bridget

Kept after school the 8 year old boy ran full speed

To church but 10 minutes late for catechism class

Missed the Pavlovian opening exercise of

Sister Bridget's clicker-clacker, click-stand clack-sit

Click-stand clack-sit, click-stand clack-sit, click-clack

Sister Bridget summons the boy before the class

In her hand clicker-clacker that must be obeyed

Rock maple weapon clone of a large darning egg

He trembles at her approach with raised weapon and

Beady eyes burning with purgatorial fire

She confronts and rebukes him for being late then

Angrily commands him "Hold out your hands palms up"

WHACK! on his left palm and WHACK! on his right palm

WHACK! left, WHACK! right, WHACK! left, WHACK! right, WHACK! WHACK! 10 times

His knickers now wet sister Bridget yells louder

"Hands over!" SMACK! on left knuckles, SMACK! on right knuckles

SMACK! left, SMACK! rght, SMACK! left, SMACK! right

SMACK! SMACK! 10 times

She commands him to kneel and kiss her cross 10 times

From her black flat chest she offers the pendant cross

With tremulous lips he kisses her burnished cross

With silent entreaty reaches his ghostly soul

He begs for intercession by the Redeemer

But Christ remained transfixed deigning not to descend

Maybe the white-haired Irish pastor will save him

Will palliate by the act of extreme unction

His battered swollen beat red hands throbbing in pain

But neither pastor nor Paraclete rescued him.

Having punished without mercy the boy sinner

His will now disciplined by mortification

Sister Bridget devoted bride of Jesus Christ

Sister Bridget protected by holy orders

By her protective black habit, the wimpled witch

In the ecstasy of correctomania

Her fired-up countenance now shinning upon him

Commands him to face the class and repeat ten times

The promise "I'll never be late for catechism"

Trembling he drags his penitent recitation

His penance performed she commands the absolved boy

To stand in a corner at the back of the class

Alone in cornered solitary confinement

The boy looking at a painting of Jesus Christ

Knew then Jesus Christ was only a picture show.

(Sister Bridget was prompted by nuns unsuited for life under religious orders.)
30Apr97    © 1997

Sporific

The nurturing white smocks bench two petri dishes

Adding agar nutrient to each then adding

In dish 1 Candida infectious yeast spores and

In dish 2 Fung Yutu exotic Asian spores

In each dish the spores begin eating and mating

In each dish the spores colonize and move about

The colonies crawl over sides of the dishes

Now they adsorb as two water spots on the bench

They attract each other and then in combining

Become a nucleated plasmodial mass

A slime mold whose membranous arms reach out pulling

Along its amorphous common body while it

Creeps incognito as amebic pretender

Creeping over to yesterday's sweet stale bread crumbs

Enveloping the false paramecia then

Crawling to hazelnut cake bits farced with truffles

Stuffs and gorges itself with gourmand abandon

Phagospores drunk on their own asci spumante.

Mustached lips now pucker exhaling forcefully

Their vaporous steroidal aphrodisiacs

Turning on alphas and betas to mating heat

Catalyzing these sexers to chain reactions

Alphas mating with betas mating with betas

Betas mating with alphas mating with alphas

All the heteros and the homos and the bi's

Shamelessly changing sex even during mating

Alphas/betas mating with their maters/paters

Enzymes copying transposing alphas/betas

Splicing, inserting, ligating alphas/betas

The wanton group sexing of roadside wild communes

More promiscuous than Roman public orgies.

Mix-and-match offspring now migrate balling up then

Metamorphose to a mound of protoplasm

Erupting from that microbial baller is

A slug? no, a blob surrey with nipple on top

Look!

There on the cold stainless steel bench of bio lab

It's an animal! it's a plant! it's a fungus!

Growing and dividing four, eight, many more and

Now sulcate stalks impost tapered sporangia

Of super morels rising up like skyscrapers

All the white smocks now colonize for their party

All the mustached alphas and the lipsticked betas

All the nurturing white coats mixing and matching

They call out for large pizzas and red Zinfandel

They cut the super morels and slice them lengthwise

In the black wok go olive oil and chopped garlic

A pinch of red pepper flakes and the sliced morels

Simmering and leaching in primordial sauce

Mixed offspring sizzle in culinary orgy

Essenced residue is deglazed by Marsala

Then white coats feast in symposium sporific.

(Sporific was prompted by slime molds.)
30Nov95    © 1997

Sun

From infinite energy expanded in space

From massive gas cloud infused with dust particles

Their combination addicted to gravity

Condense introverting to blazing ball of fire.

Creator sun!

Rising on the eastern rim dawn's shaded glowing

Exposes those atmos clouds that fell in the night

Grounded gently in valleys those linear mists

Wander silently waiting to rise with the sun

Heading over the horizon the sun's hot crown

Red-violet spectra misceginating white

Radiates its photons making earth visible

Energizing electrons playing their shell games

In earth's diverse self-reproducing molecules

Renewing circadian cycles whose movements

Record their evolution in all earthly things

Ape to man, abacus to microprocessor.

Maintainer sun!

In his room diffused in moving shadows the sun's

Sizzling spectrum wakes him like clashing cymbals as

He erects himself rising with the light and

Seeing a lightspot traversing his bedroom wall

Reaches out grasping a handful of photons then

Stands with reverence facing the glorious sun

Peeking briefly at its corpus imagines its

Eruptions beautifying to sinuous plumes

Blazing prominences migrating to its poles

The unknown super sizzlings of + and -

The roiling peaks and troughs of its convective moods

Broadcasting with loud bursts of radio waves the

Serial episodes of its magnetic warps

Of field lines feathered about hot albino eyes

Of mysterious dark eyes with fibrilled lashes

Of ghostly neutrinos spewed into space as earth's

Thermals ascend shimmering in the atmosphere

Designing nature's giant color wheel whose whirling

Creates with magic those diffuse hues reflected

In northern lights and in projected rainbow arcs.

Almighty sun, star burning in proton fusion

Sun of our system your energy blazing bright

Sun prime with flares erupting as geysers of light

We on this fragile planet serve because of you

We are at your mercy but still revere you and

Tremble at your enormous electromag storms

We marvel at your daily steadfast loyalty

In awe we present ourselves praising your return

You are not illusion as is our fancied God.

O sole mio fire and photons in my heart

Helios, Ra, Shamash, and Sol we worshiped you

We saw you rising on our Heel Stone horizon

Culted on the plains of Canaan we worshiped you

In priestly robes in courtyards we worshiped you

Now naked on patios postured in the bliss

Of your amniotic warmth we still worship you

Glory to you and to the thing living in you

Whatever thing lives in you also lives in us.

Destroyer sun!

In the sunset edging earth with infinity

In the sky of red sequence through alto-stratus

Sovereign sun holder of Earth's temporal lease

When at last your swollen red eye closes on us

Submitting ion by ion to heat losses

Even with your internal million year delay

Time will catalyze your self-immolation project

First consuming your decline and then your neighbors

Consuming planets Mercury, Venus, and Earth

In space recycling resurrection of matter

Condensing again to infinite energy.

(Sun was inspired by the star of our planetary system).
1May96    © 1997

Virus

Only a single strand of bonded molecules

A snippet of an old empirical remnant

The stunted micro smaller than bacteria

The viral thing emulating prokaryotes

Was orphaned and precluded from evolution

Was summarily abandoned and cast aside

With only a hard protein coat protecting the

Memories of its organic past coded in

Nucleic acids packaged without nucleus

Impotent and densely packed without organelles

It became a vengeful predatory agent

A molecular chain transduced to living thing

With swelled head, torso, and folding electrode probes.

Seeking revenge the viral vector paladin

The unseen sterile replinoid in our bodies

Responds to its condition wandering about

On surface tensions of Brownian fields hunting

For a vulnerable fecund host cell and then

Attracted by a likely cell the virus courts

The naive do-gooder begging it for welfare

For a chance at self esteem in our blood's mainstream

Submitting the altruistic cell then flaunts its

Attractive opposite inviting the virus

To come upon it with affirmative action

Unfolding its electrode probes the virus tests

The cell's wall for a way in and finding entrance

The evil transporter with its killer template

Binds to the cell’s wall and with chemical embrace

Recites its homily demanding cell welfare

Free compensation for past discrimination

Then attacks with impunity the cell's membrane

Virus assaulting, penetrating, ravaging

Transfecting deadly mutations into the cell

Whose circuits are now loaded with viral surges

Brutalized the beguiled cell cries out for all its

T4 protectors to stop the blitzkrieg onslaught

But the virus’ consummated love fluids

Slowly leach from chemistry's mating ritual

From viral + and - to mutations in

Genes ejaculated in the cell sperming its

Green fertile womb with exotic nucleotides

Their soundless bonds palliating cell defenses

The chemically correct cell's lethal ingestion

Subverts its repro gifts synthesizing for the

Amensalist entrant its deadly viral parts

Graphicked as convoluted ghostly filaments

Of parasitic symbionts seeking partners

For the danse macabre whose killing routines are

Deceptively relieved by the scheduled cut-in

In the intermission of its evil intent

The invasive ravaging vector plays possum

Eclipsing the cell's fears with benign reticence

As the swelled head voyeur peeps in from the outside

While stealthily subsuming the cell's organelles

While potencies gross out for phagocytes eating.

The host cell reduced to remedial servant

Assembles hundreds of viable viruses

Filling the cell and seeking outlets the newborns

Push against its weakened membrane stretching it and

Ballooned taut past its limit the membrane ruptures

The lysed spawning cell dies and its mortal remains

Coursing in our blood wait for resurrection while

Our bodies still nurture resident viruses

Those subverters on sly missionary journeys

Those determined pilgrims meeting at exposed shrines

Carrying their placards AIDS, cancer, flu, et al

Avidly recruiting for sacrificial cells

Immune to our current drugs they are killing us

They are entrepreneurs and they are numberless.

(Virus was prompted by invasive infectious vectors destroying our bodies.)
.23Jan96    © 1997

Yahweh

1.

Wandering in the desert they saw the distant

Sentinel palms signalling by an oasis

Quenching their thirst they rested in pacific shade

Committed breezes caressed slender palm leaves whose

Murmuring pointed tongues delivered the message

Commanding Moshe to lead them in pilgrimage

To that place in Horeb called the Mountain of God

There to find and slaughter the wandering scapegoat.

Journeying there they espied and seized the scapegoat

They washed it and blessed it then they slaughtered it

Gathering palm, willow, and myrtle made thatches

Built an altar and placed the thatches upon it

They spread the scapegoat's entrails over the thatches

Then in his name they burned it all as holocaust

Its black smoke ascended to overcasting sky

And then giant roiling thunderheads came upon them

Rain poured upon them all the scapegoat's acquired sins

Then lightning leaders showed the way for burning bolts

Their deafening bels blasting as strident trumpets

Whose brassy blow-hard split asunder seams in rock

Crushed rock came rocking and rolling down the mountain

Their shards pelting the people as they ran away

The trembling ground quaked open engulfing the old

Swallowing slow runners and those burdened with sin

Survivors fell wailing and cursing Moshe then

Rising from the mountain peak were puffs of white smoke

Curling to a giant sky finger beckoning him

Then Moshe walked barefooted to the mountain peak.

2.

On the peak Moshe saw a large strange bush smoking

A yew bush smoking of frankincense fumigant

A yew wide as it was tall with deep green needles

A yew its stems covered by smoking white powder

By white spores of the Spiritus fumigus mold

Its spirited particulates efflorescing

In measured gusts of wind coding in smoke signals

The divine hierogram YHWH

In the aura of messaged scintillating lights

Appeared his ghostly glowing countenance lipping

With smoked eyes tearing Moshe fell trembling crying

"I dare not utter your ineffable name" then

Smoke converted to penetrating awesome voice:

"Moshe I called and am pleased at your coming but

Come no closer or you'll be consumed by my love

Look with reverence and see me in fumery

For I am the one speaking to you in smoked tongue

Now listen carefully to what I say to you

I dwelt in Syria, Egypt, and lands of -ites

I am that I am because you are that you are

I am that I was in the days when you were not

I am that I will be in days we will be one

I am invisible but the faithful see me

I created all there was and is and will be

I am in everything and I am everywhere

I am in yew for you through you all about you

I made man to worship me and my creations

I made man to worship with reverent free will

If I ask him to approach and he comes too close

I will warn him go away but if he persists

I will not show mercy and I will punish him

I tell you this, those who believe in me only

Those faithful loving me in perennial prayers

With obeisant seizures of religious fervor

They will be rewarded by resurrection and

They will wear name tags imprinted with angel and

Pass freely through gates of my heavenly kingdom

But to all those faithless ones, those empiric ones

Those living by the efforts of reason alone

Those arrogant ones claiming knowledge of my works

My miracles, my mysteries, my omnipotence

They will enter the kingdom of Atomicus Rex

Condemned to all its decaying excursions and

Moshe, in this calling I speak for your ears only

Listen for my voice, you will hear it everywhere

Look for my face, you will see it in everything

Go and tell your people what you seen and heard

But you must never return to this mountain peak".

Then a dark cloud descended on the smoking yew

And when it passed away the smoking yew was gone

In its place a welling virgin spring pooled water

And hearing his voice from the pool Moshe approached

"Lord are you calling from your miraculous pool?

Lord if you are the truly ineffable one

If the ineffable one is in everything

Then Lord I will surely see your face in this pool"

But when Moshe looked he saw only his own face.

3.

As commanded Moshe told all to his people

Who journeyed to the mountain peak to see Yahweh

They searched for the large white smoking perfuming yew

They searched the entire peak but did not find it so

They fired a yew hoping for Yahweh's fumery

But it burned to ashes without revelation

They fired another yew still Yahweh did not show

So they place a bleating lamb upon a large yew

Then the rabbi said "Let's cover the lamb's head with

 Tallits so we may speak directly with Yahweh"

With expectation they fired it as holocaust

White smoke converted to billowing dense black smoke

They waited but did not see Yahweh in the smoke

Faithful that Yahweh would speak to him from within

The rabbi cut out the lamb's smoked tongue and ate it

Then a low dark cloud came upon the mountain peak

Frightened they prayed and when they saw the sun again

The holocaust ashed without Yahweh's fumery

And the rabbi lay dead choked on the smoked tongue

At the rabbi's side they heard the smoked tongue talking

"Who are you to demand Yahweh's second coming?

You cannot replicate his wondrous fumery

You cannot ransom his pure smoke with holocausts

Your evil is in the darkness of your black smoke

That black smoke mocks his divine discrimination

He reveals himself only to those whom he calls

He has already spoken do not tempt his wrath"

Repenting wailing they beat their unworthy breasts

Then descending they gathered on the plain of despair

Then one called Boj declaimed the people's depression:

"Yahweh you made too dark the cloud over the yew

That dark cloud obscured your heavenly electrum

We did not see your divine countenance lipping

We did not hear the commandments of your smoked tongue

We did not see the Flying Cherubim Brothers

You make us to unload our sins in sacrifices

Unloading our sins on the wings of white chickens

Women unloading on hens, men unloading on cocks

In penitential ritual we seize chickens

And raising them over our heads whirl them about

In heavenly orbit expiating our sins

We slash their throats and give them to the begging poor

The poor eat them and now they are full of our sins

And in your name we are forbidden to eat pork

Because Satan's horns are disguised in pig's cleft feet

It is sinful to eat beef sciatic muscle

Because your angel struck Jacob there while wrestling

Yahweh we follow you doing as you command

Why then do you not respond to our suffering"?

4.

You gave us reverent locked will to control our lives

For your namesake you lead us to donation camps

To religious myths corrading our common sense

Yet we obeyed and followed you with our blind faith

You rescued us from Egypt and Babylon but

When our ancestors called you did not appear and

When we called with the shofar crying for your help

We waited like exposed ripe fruit on bent branches

You did not come and we softened and fell rotted

To the ground of Germany, Poland, and Russia

But uncalled you come and go like a culprit wind

In your name we offered children for holocausts

Today we offer infants to AIDS, drugs, dumpsters.

If the name is Abram it becomes Abraham

If the name is Sarai that name becomes Sarah

If the name is Nabal that name becomes a fool

If the name if Horeb that name becomes Sinai

If it is Sinai it becomes Mountain of God

If the name is ineffable that name becomes

Yahweh, Jehovah, Elohim, Adonai, Lord God.

5.

We see Yahweh dwelling in the land of Yahoo

Also in the nucleus of Samarium

In the wonder and glory of physical bonds

Becoming matterals of + 0 -

Look Yahweh!

Here are the codons that make amino acids

Their serpentine aminory folds to proteins

Making cells dividing to make me, to make you

Yahweh! Yahweh! come out from wherever you are.

(Yahweh was inspired by Biblical myths.)
30Sep96    © 1997

Zoo Lion

In its zoo habitat of masonry and steel

The once magnificent ruler of grassy plains

Was hunted and captured for caged exhibition

In the Roman Colosseum then in Versailles

And now in city zoos pro bono publico

Confined there without its pride as slave in a cage

Wasting away in caged clinical depression

Pacing round and round and nosing against steel bars

Pacing relentlessly in subdued mania

Then retreats and collapses in a dark corner

Solitary on the cold slab of stained concrete

The amorphous refuse thrown away by humans

Surrenders closing its eyes dreaming of past life

Magnificent male with a lustrous tawny coat

The awesome beauty of majestic demeanor

With face confirmed by full leonine prominence

The vanguard of its great head teased with a soft ruff

Powerful shoulders thickly shawled with rough dark mane.

In the savanna on singular safari

Moving deliberately scheming and stalking

Hiding its massive body in tall tawny grass

Waiting patiently for ant prey its next meal

Will it be a wildebeest or a blithe gazelle?

Will it have to parse out illusory black stripes

Of a roiling zebra herd fleeing in panic?

Suddenly the adrenal rush of hot pursuit

Chasing this way and that way leaping and reaching

Seizing with imposing paws and pincerlike claws

Bringing down its prey in an explosion of dust

Its huge crushing jaws strangling the captured prey

With its colossal canines tearing it apart

Feasting on fresh kill and sampling its hot nectar

Full of red meat it leaves the half-eaten carcass

Stepping with the sure gait of prideful king of beasts

Roaming the vast hot convecting African plain

Searching for the thornbush or acacia tree shade

Dozing there in solitude dreaming of its pride

Attacking and repelling intrusive strange males

Guarding its bush bordello of tawny females

Pacifying those brazen females in estrus

Servicing the sisterhood harem with its genes

But here in a cage is the end of self esteem

No longer to hide and hunt and service a pride

Or claim its territory in a savanna

Never again to roam with nomadic freedom.

At feeding time lookers compress against the cage

The once magnificent male now a corner mat

Rises slowly on forelegs then on its haunches

Its once lustrous full tawny coat is now mangy

Its once powerful body now atrophied crawls

The zoo keeper throws it large chunks of raw red meat

As the zoo lion gulps down each chunk the lookers

Cheer like a yapping pack of mocking hyenas

Taunting the zoo lion once king of jungle beasts

Suddenly the zoo lion turns towards the lookers

Pressing its leonine mass against the bars of steel

Oohing and aahing lookers admire its nearness

And then its fearsome roar spumes them with hot disdain

The zoo lion reduced to a panting carcass

Limps in pain to its solitary dark corner

Flops down and with expiration closes its eyes.

Leo in the starful night

Lion with its prideful might

Dozing in acacia tree

Dreaming of aggressive she

Mangy lion in a zoo

Corner carcass just for you.

(Zoo Lion was prompted by a mangy male lion in the Bronx Zoo about 1960. With its gigantic head pressed against cage bars, its unexpected indignant roar showered clouds of spume upon nearby lookers .)
20Apr97    © 1997

Bibee

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 around

Scowling 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 floor

The 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 pummelled 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    © 1999

 Bride

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    © 1999

Clamming

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    © 1999

Concert

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    © 1999

Coquette

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    © 1999

Disciples

   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 7^th 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    © 1999

Dragonfly

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 dlicate 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    © 1999