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Frames


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 
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