"equivalency" poems
The Physics of Love: The Equivalency Fallacy
the poet places his Sunday porcelain coffee mug
upon his bare chest, purposed to heat the heart to a
higher degree, equal to hers, next door, three feet away,
in their communal bed
two identical alarm clocks, one on each nightstand,
confirms the degree differential, for far beyond time-telling,
it informs on me, providing the room temperature,
and her side of the bed, 5 degrees warmer
the collegial scientists posit theoretical excuses,
the rooms wind currents, proximity to the A/C, body mass,
all refuted after visual and mechanical inspection,
all indelible proofs of the Equivalency Fallacy
despite the visual evidence abounding all around,
despite the surrounding starlike quantity of busted,
love songs, poems and the other artistic churn,
depicting the principle, one requires love physics to validate the
living principle for the living, that love is rarely identical
in quantitative quality, typology, representation and
manifestations measurable
each greets the other with morning declarations of
mutuality, trying to find those hundred different ways
to love her/him today, employing imaginative artifice to proof
the impossibility, that in every aspect your living love ability
is precious capital precision equal
and ha! each love is the greater...
you knew this?
then you knew, his coffee spills (intentionally?) and the
Fighting Fallacy rules,
every thing is fair in love and war, for they too, are
identical and equal, in so many ways,
but never quantifiable exactly
8:33am, 73 degrees, on my side
11/12/17
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
Oh I want to write you
Exactly how I want to **** you
With no gaps left
Your margins filled
Your ruled ribs rioting
Ink and blood and moans running
Turning your navel into a well
Your clavicle into the sea
You in the world
And then hitchhike your entire being
I want to write you like I want to **** you
Fill you up, tear you down, pull you apart
Like a boy who found the first toy of the world
And doesn't know what to do with it
Except nothing and all can be done with it
So he does it. He plays, flay, slays, wails and kisses.
Leather bound journals? Loose sheets of cheap paper
I cannot afford your delusions of romance
Just the functional lust of your body
And the minimal madness I have to spare.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
One Son of God kills
another Son of God,
and the bombs explode inside of the Blog.
Let me tell you people
I can feel it in my groin,
there are strange goings on
wherever there is coin.
We're ringing in freedom
says the fighting man---
Mr/Mrs/Ms politician gonna put you in a can,
immerse you in boiling water,
till you look like boiled ham.
Mr/Mrs/Ms soldier person you better go to bed
and wake up in the morning
with a hole in your head.
Mr/Mrs/Ms preacher person babbling the lies of your "god",
it doesn't even have the morals of a dog,
instead of living life with a smile and a song,
your gonna end up roasted
at the end of a prong.
Mr/Mrs/Ms oligarch with blood soaked hands,
selling off the world for filthy demands,
youre going to the gallows wrapped in iron bands.
We're ringing in freedom says the fighting man/woman
gonna **** all of those who don't conform to our "gods"
vain and bloodthirsty edicts and commands,
or our politically filthy evil plans.
Equivalency in EVIL..
Proportionality in deaths?
Like scoring in a sports match?.
I wish EVERY military person of whatever country
were whisked off and whisked into a ****** froth
and emptied down the drains
into the sewers where they really belong.
Thou shalt NOT **** under any circumstances.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Alternative facts, fallacious assumptions,
And false equivalency are stunning
As Donald Trump, Kellyanne Conjob,
And Sean Spicer hit the ground running.
Regarding the Bowling Green Massacre, Conjob
Said she'd misspoken. Not a crime.
However, the last time she said it, she'd
Misspoken her "fact" for the third time.
What about Spicer's outlandish statement
That recent marchers were paid? What's FUNNY is
No one paid me a cent to march.
I want to know where my MONEY is.
Trump said the "dishonest" press
Once again has been refusing
To publish reports of recent attacks
By terrorists here. Very amusing!
Imagine our press NOT covering
Most attacks here and abroad!
Another of Trump's alternative facts
Like the one on voter fraud.
This disconnection from the truth--
This constant need to fictionalize--
Doesn't bode well for this country.
When are they going to dispense with these lies?
- by Bob B (2-7-17)
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Ocean's Consistency
Time's Longevity
Motion's Equivalency
Light's Capacity
That of which may bring us closer
Such a thing may exist
An unanticipated wish
The heart's favorite dance
Such a tune I miss
Loneliness
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 1:37 AM UTC
Doorkeeper,
where can I find an attention spanner?
Wrenching the nose, brings forth blood,
so it don't freeze, yawn and rub eustacy
from your wide open heavily hooded eyes
Eutopian Earthian Mind Schemes,
not dreams, moral equivalency resets/upgrade
Free any ostiarius,
and find doors open
in the realm of curiosity,
the bane of short attention,
at tenere, eh, stretch
the fabric of reality just so far, the bubble
we be sayin' wagwan like a password, pops
and what is going on, lets any enter, imagining
this exclusive, exceptionalist aweformed bubble…
when a reader re ads attention tension,
pop, the idea that was the weasle,
offers a way to say this and get free. An ostiarius,
freed from slavery when we read the idle teacher
of decolonizing clogged cognitive colons…
and the sweet persuaders remind us whose time\
Yours, we took this much attention,
but you can still use it, we sorta cloned you.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 9:01 PM UTC
Undress the equivalency
Inequality imperceptibly
Communicates that
Every hand is a doorway
Every heart is a universe
Perverse or natural
Lack of the artificial
Sans particles or clothing
You articulate your elbows
I dance with fireflies
Illuminated by candles
Are we radicals
Or just extra vulnerable
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
In the end of it all
flowers, stone, and deaths call
ravaging relatives: attentive for the will
of the will… In complete awe
still
and placed shall remain
nor kingdom of glory or tortured flame
for only reflection exists in the perishing hour
where cloaked friends, and tea time sour.
And there shall en root thoughts to show
how it was, for lines of life to grow
mirror, figments and snippets of all that pass
lag judgment on all spent on green equivalency last.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
Confuse make meddle break a sound, trilobite in the stucotto field merely music but a standing drum with handles Holden. Gold blast in shriek; titanium white in Marshal mopey: Messages of Mediums and a hearsay scald goes galactic, rain pallet wide and knows no planet reducible. Feel and then reel, I zing liquid quality crank, and crack has bountless laden, knows nuggets, and with fact falses out loosely, bound with bark a brain a fusion dance like rotoscope rigid. Has it with faces, and a carouselling cherub sizzles like defiance in. No more marks congratulate dumb-dumb, and have the false equivalency of like. A future has to fade fast, make room for jesty jocular, and a ride with census no love for the dark she’s seen in it.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 4:12 PM UTC