SOME MAD SCIENCE

i know we CAN touch
& how important touching is

but i keep thinking
about how we CANT touch

how touch 

is resistance

is pushback 

from the atoms & forces

in our own reaching fingers

& upturned faces

& small animal palms

& cold night time feet

& i love me some mad science
but i cannot forgive it this

ALUMINIUM CHURCH

we point our metal rods skyward

to catch the stories

we glom with glazzies

over carrion & carbs


its science worship
why not ?

& manufactured prayer

DIAMOND MINE 1

every
breath
was
an
act
of
faith . . . then

           Science 
           Named 
           The 
           Invisible

so heaven - 

why not 
    why not 
        why not ?

all
fingers 
crossed
here

in the fracking dust
on the shopping berm
all of us blind
in the
diamond mine

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NEW YORK MEMORY

hotel steps
midtown

wired

sat on carpet wet from snow

it
soaks
into
my
jeans

and tho i took something to help
its just a memory in my liver now

~

meat 
packing 
district

the playground of kuklinski

and yes
planting a garden
on disused el tracks
is a wonderful idea
but its winter
and its not finished

and
all
there is here for me 
is my hangover

a
sense
of
stressed 
suspension  

and a tease of snow

~

diner
corner table
union square

sport on 100
tv screens

and
i 
sweat and gag and drool
with toxicity and nerves
over
my
grilled cheese
and
gins

i dont want to be anywhere
anywhere at all

but am impatience
to get started

~

its
the airport you see

and the sky
calling for me

flight - 
that thin science
in nowhere time

it
calls
for
me
by name 
and gate

and sucks all and any 
fermented joy
from
the
last 
winter-spring
new york 
day

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TWO MORE POPLINGS

1. MONEY

i know what you DID

i whisper angrily
at the money
i drew out
the hole in the wall

i know EVERYTHING
and one day soon
we WILL be coming for you . . .

i was seeing red mist
i was puffed up with rage
i was absurd

but
the
two small plastic notes
showed
no
visible
reaction

and it was a small triumph enough
to
spend
them
on
books
by 

heller & wyndham & victoria e bynum

in
the
steam cleaned
twilight zone
of
a
charity
shop 

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2. BOMBS OUT THE STABLE DOOR

you built me

the bomb said

with your

cutting edge science

you KNOW what 

im gonna do next

so put me on a plane already

and

quit

your

whining

you didnt make custard pies

did you ?

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EXISTENTIAL POPS

1.

infinity
eternity

just theories
science buzzwords

surely ?

otherwise . . . what does my lunch matter ?

  oh
my poor mind - thats
               how we explain 
               an end
               we cannot see ?


2.

  i 
stare at the cafe tray
  i
stare
at
the
cafe
tray

plastic moulded just so
empty mug finished
evacuated banana

  i 
stare at the cafe tray
thru
  a
private
fog

far from bombs

apparently safe


3.

to get up and out
of
our
warm
beds
and
onto
the cold lino of the land
is
to
break a strange spell 
  cast awkwardly
  last 
  night

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KUBE 4

with eyes like Hubble

the 
writer
rides
days
hard
and

blows midnight around

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