Wednesday, January 20, 2021

EUREKA

Watching 
bombs fall 
over 

internet connections, 
we turn 

to computers 
and post "nothing at all 
is shocking." 

Yet the fact 
that we are able 

to understand
one another

but still sound 
like ourselves 

comes as no 
small wonder.

*

Which is harder? 
To spot 
the cliché

or explain 
away the jargon? 

They used to say 
a stitch in time—

like a spine—
goes unnoticed 

til the moment 
you pull one.

But eminent Psychologists 
of today 
have suggested 

that old shout 
of Archimedes'

was leveled 
in agony—not 
in epiphany. 

*

Hey there, mister moon. 
How soon is 

too soon, I wonder

to have ended 
up where you'd begun? 



Tuesday, January 19, 2021

TINY ROOMS

Am I merely being 
sarcastic 

when I say I'm self-
critical? 

Never mind. 
Let's all play Twitter 

or 
Emily Dickinson?

It's harder 
than it looks 

to cling 
to spontaneity

to remain caustic 
in gray-scale

and every minute
to beget a little stanza

about how 
money language 

memory love 
family—

even grim death—
can each

fail us 
so thrillingly.




Monday, January 18, 2021

BLACKISH

Put down 
the words

and back 
away slowly.

Whence 
this manic greed 
for assertion?

*

Outside, 
blackish sparrows—

fluttering twig 
to twig in the 
bald lilac bushes

and twittering 
keep keep keep keep

threading their cold-
needled holes 
in-between 

last night's dream
and the 

insignificance  
of today.

*

Repeat a word enough 
times, you think 

(not unhappy),

and it starts to mean 
nothing  

or 
anything you need.



Saturday, January 16, 2021

OH GREAT

God is a circle 
whose circumference 

is nowhere. 

A circle 
which has no edges? No:

a circle which has 
all of the edges. 

*

Even in winter,
there are 
certain blind flowers

whose mouths are wide open,

but still
they aren't talking.

*

Oh great, now I am supposed 
to be jealous 

of a virus—
a virus which

has no self? 
But no: the center 

of the circle 
is everywhere.
this virus 

has all of our selves. 



Friday, January 15, 2021

INFINITE DENSITY

How can it 
be? we 

have no problem picturing 

a vast universe 
in which 

everything is lying 

and gradually 
drifting 

infinitely   far       apart?

Yet, 
whenever somebody 

starts 
to go on about 

the penetrability of bodies;

ornaments 
nested,

smaller 
and smaller, forever 
inside each other;

fundamental particles 
which only exist
when they're

infinitelyclosetogether—

we must 
blink back our anxiety, 

nod, and pretend 
that we 

understand completely
and don't 

have grave doubts. 




Thursday, January 14, 2021

DURABLE GOODS

What the world 
needs now is 

more quantifiable units 
of meaning. 

Happiness 
is cotton candy;
a garnish 

on reality 
which evaporates 
upon contact.

Love 
is a glittering, 
shimmering mirage—a palace,

a look 
to the middle distance 

that keeps 
receding in perfect 
sync 
as we walk.


Lately,
I'm more interested 
in durable goods,

unique handmade products, 
fairly-
traded, BPA-free.

Even as we 
speak, I'm 

entering my zip 
to calculate shipping.



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

BIG QUESTIONS

Progress is 
progress. The answers 
look correct, but

nobody is asking 
the really big questions.

Exactly what sort 
of information 
does love contain? 

Could the nature 
of our relationship 
survive a black hole? 

Can't you somehow 
just picture it—
me, still begging 

your forgiveness 
as the universe rips;

your assent, 
that eerie radiance 

smeared out 
like a sustained pitch 

all along the sensuous
song of a faint
event horizon?