Time is a Short-lived Repetition
Watching
a runner
coming up
the hill
who
wasn’t even
born when
I ran
where he’s
running,
footstep
for footstep.
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time is a short-lived repetition
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there’s a rumor going round
THERE’S A RUMOR GOING ROUND
There’s a rumor going round
about reality. That terrorists are
using it to confuse people.
That Superman truly does
leap tall buildings
in a single bound,
& it was him
flew into the
Twin Towers,
that he was on drugs &
his timing was off,
his X-ray vision blurry.
There were no
planes, Arabs, conspiracies.
The CIA had tabs on all that,
but Superman? All the
intelligence in the
world couldn’t come up
with that scenario.
But there it is.
So the Arab world
is off the hook.
& now that we know
the score we’ll be
shifting gears.
It’s Columbia that’s
going to suffer &
suffer big, getting
Superman stoned on
crack-cocaine &
dropping him out of
the Good Year Blimp over
New York City.
Bogota is going down.
An alliance has been
struck with Islamic &
Palestinian wackos.
We’ll be sending in a
battalion of
human bombs, &
Pablo Escobar will
turn over in his
grave to see
how badly he
under-estimated our
love of freedom.
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theory of creation # 2
Theory of Creation #2
Quite often
people confuse
hope with
happiness.
Happiness with
gratification.
Gratification with
possession.
Possession with
love.
People quite often
want a life that’s
out of sync with
cognitive existence.
Put your lofty
ideals on hold–
anything biological
is cognitive &
driven by consumption.
Perhaps it goes
even deeper.
Perhaps even a
stone composed of
swirling atoms &
things smaller still
is cognitive.
How else explain
the way it
slyly traps
those atoms to
become a stone?
Perhaps there is
a primary cognition
that one day
caught a glimpse of
itself & said:
“Oh!”
That’s what
the Big Bang was–
God’s startled recognition
of Himself.
So don’t take it
personal when
you’re consumed by
a head-on collision
or lose your legs
in war.
It’s only God,
searching for
composure.
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the treasure chest of childhood
The Treasure Chest of Childhood
He pried the
lock off &
out spilled
bronze pennies
mildewed enigmas
four wooden
soldiers
& an
innocent smile.
When he
tried to
jam it
all back
in again
it wouldn’t
fit.
Inflation,
he thought,
& then
tied off
for his
last fix
before they
hauled him
off to
treatment.
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the well gone dry
The Well Gone Dry
Long after
the well had
gone dry he
continued to
lower the
bucket.
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the right stuff
The Right Stuff
One of the
best lovers
I ever knew
had a
brace on
one leg &
walked
with a crutch.
When we
went dancing,
the way she
moved the
levers on that
little cart
of hers
put the
other ladies
to shame.
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