Jacob's Ladder Unpublished

The staircase is dark
The way is uncertain
The only surety is, there isn't ever any
Even in the light
I can still lose my way
The only thing that is real, is that nothing is real
No few of my lovers, Swearing a lifetimes devotion
Yet clocks striking midnight still find me alone
Even as an absurdity it is absurd
But not as absurd as an obscenity is obscene
The difference is quite striking
Being struck by the difference
Not indifferent to being struck
Indifferently I struck another deal with myself
I should rise up an aspect of myself
Perhaps I will find a personality for the day
I might perhaps find a persona in here, in the dark
It wouldn't be the first time, Here in the Dark
And this stairwell is steep
Climbing or descending I'm no longer certain
The only thing I know for certain
Is that I certainly don't know anything

Opportunity & Spirit on mars.

Opportunity & Spirit on mars.
In a planet wide dust storm six months in duration
Again and a half as far from the sun as we yet,
Hope persists in the face of disaster
Ours is a minor planet.
Orbiting an insignificant star
Three quarters of the way out on an unremarkable galactic arm
There isn’t a thing that we can not do as a species.
Except not kill each other
Linguistic considerations aside Deus Ex Machina,
Is for poets
No god from the machine
Brazil’s giant sloth’s almost made it.
Hope persists in the face of disaster
Was it climatic changes?
Or, an unfortunate intro to humankind’s appetite for flesh?
Australopithecus! Southern Ape indeed!!
You were curious, As i am curious but, about what?
Hope and your species all these years extinct. What persists in the face of disaster
Seven thousand light years away in a star nursery, hope persists directly from disaster
The pillars of creation
This nurturing nursery quietly nestled in the Absolutely stupendously large corpse of the Magellanic Giga-star that preceded it
Euripides could not have known the scale of our vision yet, as a tragedian such texture
Julius in sooth cried “Caveat Emptor” He also said there is nothing new under the sun
What would he say of riding the blast wave upon cosmic debris being hurled star ward?

Physiological aspects of Geometric Rectification

Geometric rectification
Does not occur
As a direct inverse to proximity!
Like a cube becoming a truncated cube

Rather,

It lends itself
to such descriptors,
Only secondarily.

Rectification is the final point
Of a truncation process
Much the way that,
Direction of thrust

Opposes,

Direction of travel.
Only more like how a cube
Becomes a Octahedron becomes Dodecahedron

Left unchecked you end up with..
The first stellations of rhombic dodecahedronism
The topological equivalent to disdyakis dodecahedronism

Both your loves, and Hatreds will tessellate
Given their exponential potential
They absolutely will rectify geometrically

It does not occur
As a direct inverse to proximity

Rather,

It lends itself
to such descriptors,
Only secondarily.

And exactly like stellated rhombic cathedral
Your very Stellations meet at
And form, the vertex or vertices

And you are finally arrived
The stellated rhombic dodecahedral honeycomb

Lissajous Offertory

Like the decay
        Of radioactive isotopes
Or perhaps driven by noise
        At least as successful as
Elasticity theory of shape transitions

        Of viral shells

        Of phospholipid vesicles

        For smooth and repetitive
                  Oscillation

Like the delay
        Of radioactive isotopes
Or perspective riven by toys
        At most from succession
Plasticity lends descriptors to transitions

        Of viral smells

        Go sinusoidal

        For smooth and repetitive
                  Vacillation

Like the delay of decay
        I would go sinusoidal
Good rotational adjective?

Axisymetric V=ASIN(2pft+f)

Finally Found My Fathers Photos...

Grainy Black & white images
Leached to sepia by decades in a box
Bouffant or high & tight
Else flattop all
Massive chrome plated grills
Partially hiding bug impacted radiators
An entire society of current or retired military
All were Army, Navy or Marines the lot
All dead now & remembered only with the top off
And they all rejoiced when Yammamoto and Hitler died
And they feared them while they lived
War bonds in a kitchen drawer
Lying atop half filled S&H green stamp booklets
Church keys mixed in the loose blue chips
Rhinestone horn-rims a cigarette holder
A bent beer cap proclaims
Miller Highlife the champagne of bottled beers
And then saved by someone unknown
For reason forever unknown
Lying half folded against an unremembered face
Forever stuck in hysterical laughter

Never Fear

Death warts multiplying on the skin of your teeth
Death rattles syncopating in the hand of a baby
Lung cookies gather darkly
And bitch about you in particular
Happily slaved with a sinking certainty
To a free floating anxiety
Surprised by an Orgasm
While making a particularly convoluted point
In the middle of complex argument regarding celibacy
All of these things and more are yours my child
Blessed art thou flesh of mine flesh
As is mine, so shall yours be
An life of increasing weirdness
Never fear our schizophrenia
For it will bless as it bleeds you of every when
Of any possibility of love or hope or joy
Or maceration of true intention
The blind eye sees deepest
Being un-fooled by the curse of color

Spending Even My Own Sons...Or..When i say God, I probably mean something different than you

Many are the friends and miles between
Who have seen even into the depths
From which none shall report
Until such a time as death shall no longer
Tempt us from our comfort
But instead to compose a moment
Beyond repose
There shall I always stand with the artist,
The musician and god

Blank

Blank the page with broken pen
Blank the mind to gaze within
Blank to all & sundry show
To all your scattered bodies go
No field, No crop, No earthen clod
No Heathen to ponder forgotten god
But mostly blank that none should know
Bereft of conscience that they not show

Homage to Peter Jarius Friget