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

Dirty Clothes Hamster ?

Its meaning now forever locked away With the death of a friend In a moment forgotten But its memory is not It exists, yet! It is not Languishing to a point of no concern A moment shared with a friend Who is no more And then not quite forgotten Memory has its own time As far away as that moment is, In time How close to living is the memory of life? Yet from this point on In the time of memory Attainable only through the auspicious Of that which it is suspended in Memory Incidental cast away The Beach Littering, detritus of life Common as leaves in the grass Uncommon as a fossil record More common than sense Suspended in the Tesseract Field