Half our bodies oxygen,
by mass.
Transfermium Wars- who knew?
elemental naming controversy,
my new favorite war.
Americium-241 in your smoke detector,
alpha emitter, ionizing ****
Dual atomic clocks- Ytterbium lattice-
understanding would taint this fun.
(Apparently there is a Time and Frequency
Division somewhere).
Solid to vapor- if only we sublimed
our way home, though maybe better
suited for air signs. An earth sign, myself,
sticking to terra dirtus.
2, 8, 20, 28, 50, 82, 126- the Magic
Numbers in physics- full nuclei,
like full bellies- maybe our magic years too...
'cept for 126- unless you're a Galapagos tortoise.
Manganese blackening bulls in Lascaux.
Plumbum latin for lead, ala plumbers and their pipes
of yesteryear.
Fire and brimestone actually fire and sulfur,
still wrathful, though I always
imagined brimstone as being a
damning brick falling.
You won't be synthesized, maybe never discovered,
yet we sense you near, proposed metal,
silvery white and ghosting....
119.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
bought ten old sheets at
the thrift store today,
feverish whim
these dreams of fire
bolt me from sleep
escape a window two stories
high, a sheet rope, if I
had the nerve
who has -nerve- these days?
though still we bend over our
knots..
Nov 26, 2019
Nov 26, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
we can make our own sure things,
if we’re not greedy holding on to
slow motion crashes, orchestrating
the wrong moves to prove a point-
see, every action has infinite
reactions, depending on
your grip. my wreck, your
mosaic.
as for this unruly air, I
breathe it deep.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
we may never occur to one another,
not in passing circles or dreams.
not even at the checkout flipping
through magazines, synapses firing
on everything else but us- no ground
shared to walk over.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
see the woods drop to bare,
lush jungled being a blink-
seasons liminal breath.
savage, sticky emptiness,
flying geese through
the bramble, naked
bark framing blue,
sharp, so like grace- the path clear,
space to move through.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 12:24 AM UTC
grasping a shirtfull of stones
lake bluer than the sky- such a thing
lapping salty, barely covering my feet
cold but then
a part in the glass, far out
gliding this way- slick like soaked
fur. squinting, harder/tigher now
letting loose and dropping
my shirt, my dazzling catch
palms binoculars
what’s this? so I sit and wait
forming prints in the wet
with feet, hands- too ordinary.
impossibly, my mirage creature
approaches, eyes locked
on me and paws out of the
bluer than sky, circles the ground
next to me and settles
glossy beast.
non-confrontational by nature,
i introduce myself
and nothing.
then, what’s this?
and with that my visitor rises and
pounces on the wet earth,
two prints that he quickly
licks clean, erasure
then mine. the sound of
rocks cracking.
what’s this? no sooner arrived
than split, towards the sagey hills
-
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
splayed in the grass
my wool socks speak the sun first,
warm talisman.
so much for
complex
idols.
itch-free
moisture wicking,
three shades of blue.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 10:35 PM UTC
untenable time cuts
against the oxbow
reading policy to an
era of locusts
mountains without
insides, simulacra optic
encoded social rent
cultish borders, conditions
dubious grain, bleached
establishments buckling
plow is to story
the regressive pixel
atmosphere circling poles
centuries undulating
-
entropy the way, ersatz
a litany for kindling
burn the canvas hour
my morning masterpiece
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
almost had my way without
cracking, spread eagle
in universal position,
cast low in the turned fields
a thousand swans
slowing the sun
retracing collision
braided wings
fluttery on currents
of plummeting altitude
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC