a frame within a frame within a frame within a frame so strange that seeing from outside and looking in again creates such illusion our memories like time stretch, becoming larger, smaller, shorter, taller looking out through my eyes feels like a video game turn left, turn right freeze, fight or flight so limited the scope of vision evolution is a lazy witch leaving us wrongly wired giving us sight with a limp when I look inside the window grows massively huge I see myself from above my periphery endless the Doppler effect of memory stretches from minutes, to days, then years until the train comes to a stop and I am again looking out through muted sight at my feet and my hands on the keyboard
_ Just Another Science Poem
the security of these white walls tables, a shiny polished metal the sound of cycling life enthralls wrapped in equations, predictable this cumulation is a steady hum tuned to eternal curiosity creates a methodological palace which is where I want to be not in that dreaded haunt called home where every step brings closer the hollow feel of empty arms inside, one level lonelier reluctantly I sit in my smoldering black room the ash settles on, and deep into my skin I am a victim of Pompeii forever frozen in fetal position I have been infested by a parasite that makes the timid mouse accept the friendship of a cat and lets nature take its course
I had been warned of this long ago by the wise old brothers Grimm "Verily", they boldly said, "that is the way of the world" tell me then, dear raconteur, what potion can break this spell? all lovers' kisses are poison there is no rope inside this well
and the lion with breath that turns stone into flesh reversing wounds into health only a myth our parents tell so I lie here and hypothesize as far as I can tell only the oasis of science can quell my quietly burning personal hell
_ H.P. Lovecraft Gets His Monthly Organic Random Vegetable Delivery Box
Out of the dirt begets muddy entities long stringy tentacles reaching out snakily toward me with creepy crawlies on them take care, they are aware! strange things that come from who knows where and some, alak! have never before been seen no genus named, what can it mean? Oh courage, oh flesh, do not betray! I grasp these beings and begin to flay the bruised and broken have been sliced and soakened under depths of water I attempt to drown and beat the evil from underground the eerie red veins spreading green fingers like jointed antennae bring forth an ominous child of curiosity and horror within my addlepated mind weapons, be quick! plastic, be thick! for not to hold the newly tamed beasts shall bring upon this earth a future my very bones fear to become acquainted! dare I make a salad of this sundry of unascertained herbage? Oh the fear of the unknown!
_
Ode to the Night
such praises have been sung about the sun but the moon, oh the moon it has won over the brightness of its daytime star her stony body stretches in an arching scar across the heavens, opening a tear pthalo blue spills out as the night draws near
moths open their wings and appear the blurry vision of day turns clear as the busy cumbersome noise disappears shadows bring hope of breath on a mirror the dark skies show off the stars so dear the frigid air feels like a spear
in the wake of the light is healing shade in the lake of dreams I can easily wade away from the sharp solar shards that make the waking hours so hard expectations conversations desires judgmental looks that feel like razor wires
let me hide in the lunar arms encased in silky fog and fairy charms where I can be without the daily fear of human noise, heard everywhere when starlight circles above my hair I am content now and here
_
Eve awoke and looked at the heavens so open like her new eyes as wide as her expanse of love for Adam who told her that the skies hosted gods and the clouds magnificent angels Eve asked, how do you know? but he put his hand over her mouth and she became quiet one day she found a tree shaped like a double helix of snakes with a canopy like wings her heart quickened and her mind made to question Eve allowed herself to open to wonder to curiosity to seeking and the intoxication of finding In another version, she is ashamed In this one, she is overjoyed with all she does not know and everything there is to discover she kisses Adam goodbye and leaves the comfort of the garden her footsteps the first to forge a path toward enlightenment leaving behind the myth that knowledge is a sin and her insides burned with the joy that her journey could begin
- Floating
she is floating above the air sucked in and up into the ether nevermore seen by men she is feeding embryonic cells with small similar victims mice for men and then again she is seeking to heal the wounds inside others within herself she is spinning like a centrifuge but standing still makes her dizzy so many people so disconnected it is only when alone she feels complete
_ Chrysalis
I walk down the aisle my pilgrimage come true I walk in my body so heavy in my shoes I walk through my mind ever evolving new this is the completion the alchemy of sacrifice into a brand new element greater than all that came before from mind, body, actions splinters of sharp dark and white meld into smooth grey like my mind so tiredly spent stretched and plied to its limit along with my muscles pulling by strings puppet like above a target too far to see fingers bloody and teeth worn eyes dry and damaged sleep not something I could do if I had known this cocoon so tentatively woven would devour me whole and digest for these many years excruciatingly ripping apart and rearranging every molecule I would have never entered and thus emerge transformed
-
Running
my feet are shaped by running with angular aesthetics my body forced by this as well to counteract genetics my brain is forged by iron will mathematics, chemistry and pills my heart is shaped by loneliness beating silent deep and still today I heard on the morning news that the lonely human soul is cursed far worse than obese smokers strung out on alcohol so I sit here isolated bare as a sun bleached bone and laugh under my breath at my futile attempts at health time is running short my awkwardness aborts any lengthened time on earth I'll soon be smothered in dirt I sigh and am reminded by the fruit fly whose short life mimics stillbirth