subtle juxtapositions

14th

Monday, June 15th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*06.14.09(untitled)*
we seem predisposed to
this entanglement, somehow
brought to these knots of probability
…free will is like anything else;
a particle when looked at this way,
a wave when looked at like that
…we have all the experience
of all the subjective helices
wound about this moment
in the forever now,
& having come to this view
of refraction,
veils of language pierced & drawn,
walls built up & doors kicked open,
we still dont know
what we’re
looking at

13th

Saturday, June 13th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*briefing*
the scenario unfolds thusly;
1^st they ripped themselves in 2s & 4s,
for lack of sex altogether
…an easy eon later
they hadda slog up outta the soup
…a coupla hundred thousand
million years after that
they fell down outta the trees
(hey guys! there’s food down here!)
…digital dexterity & opposable thumbs
lead to some clever tool making,
a favorable brain to body size ratio
& capability for infinite abstraction,
along w/a capacity for memory, & just
the right skull construction
lead to language & communication
beyond brutal & bestial
glossolaliac interpretations
of their flight or fight reflex,
& that kinda talking leads to
consciousness
…several thousands of years
of bickering over tribes & gods
& resources ensue,
as they slowly learn how much
there is that they don’t know
…now the cranx on the virtual soapboxes
in their cyber bug house squares are saying
there’s no place left but out,
-not up, but out!
-but that noise has been going on for a while
& they haven’t put foot any further
than their own moon

…so there’s probably plenty of time
before any serious action need take place

…meanwhile they provide a certain car wreck amusement

12th

Saturday, June 13th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | 1 Comment

*fear&loathing & the
categorical imperative
w/ apologies to HST*
ok, not that i subscribe to
any of this bullshit, as you
well know…my motto’s
always been; just because
its all an illusion doesn’t
mean you shouldn’t go for it,
& likewise, just because its
all an illusion doesn’t mean
you wont bleed, but lets just say,
hypothetically, for the sake
of gentlemanly conversation
along w/ the mint & whiskey,
that you really do have
something slightly close to
the speed of light, & just a bit
less than the good lord god’s
grace stuffed in your levis

…how you gonna get it past
customs?

11th

Thursday, June 11th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*06.11.09(untitled)*
i made a weapon
of my sadness & then turned
it upon myself

10th

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*06.10.09(untitled)*
comes a time
to rub the past
from our eyes like
the early morning dreams
that color the day
…to build stout bridges over
the synap-typical pathways cut
by fire thru our right lobes,
& use them
…to reach in & cut out
the old wiring, unafraid
of the spark & current,
to wipe old programs,
& re-boot the hard drive
…to shake the fear
from our brows like the dust
of the unworthy from our sandals

9th

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*just behind
the bigBang*
it all fell together
before anybody knew it
…rife w/ random perfection;
looking like order under the microscope,
looking like chaos from the telescope,
& like order again from further back,
(or if you squint & tilt your head)
…now we read the cards that
were dealt w/ the tools we have at hand,
-figuring in the nervous system’s limits,
& the speed of light,
-the data gets run thru filters,
peeked at from behind veils of
language, & heard thru emotional ciphers
leaving us stumbling to the conclusion
that there are no conclusions to draw
…from here & now, it all looks more like
something happening,
than something being,
& w/ out a doubt;
we ain’t got a box big enough
to put it in

8th

Monday, June 8th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*untitled(060809)*
we who thrive on chaos,
must take the time
to make our own mercy
…addicted at birth to disaster,
scared to life & left to the wolves w/the
best intentions,
head wrapped in a swaddling of lies,
conditioned to turmoil, shot thru w/ doubt
…we must try to find that place
where even
we
are still
…to borrow the strength from peter to pay paul,
tap the trees that hold up the sky,
sit patiently while the buckets fill up
…we make our own mercy,
for no one else’s will do
…the only forgiveness for the likes of us
is that w/ which we gift ourselves

7th

Sunday, June 7th, 2009 | links - places2go, subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

6th

Saturday, June 6th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*06.06.2009*
…there has been gambling
& dancing on the deck,
the ladies fan themselves
& still kick up their heels
…the crew’s shot fulla holes,
stoking the boilers, routing the steam,
heading to the edge of the horizon,
helmsman drunk,
1^st mate mean
& stupid
…below the captain sits
at the lonely limits of his strength,
at the grey dawn of the endgame, he
tallies nearly ½ a century’s worth
of receipts
& small change
…no great sin or saving,
no possessions or progeny,
just some scattered notes on hangovers
& fever dreams stuffed into the brazier

5th

Friday, June 5th, 2009 | subtle juxtapositions | No Comments

*communiqué*
…we shout at each other from
atop sky scrapers in faded polaroids
of our home towns; i’m on the sears tower,
god only knows where you are,
high on drama & endorphins

…choking you, smothering me,
shivering, teeth chattering, we try some more
…smothering me, choking you,
huffing hysterics & serotonin

…screaming & waving & throwing
ropes from opposite banks of
a swollen, rushing river of gasoline;
‘…gotta match?’ we each yell into the roar,
neither hearing the other,
rolling on delirium & adrenalin

…on the far, far ends of love