Four thousand bits had told the square root of two -
(These five hundred bytes were in that computer, too - )
And these bytes said something to me and you;
They told me that the Unicode had formed some letters so true -
That the ulterior motive had seen through and through -
And once that clear remonstration had been the doom -
And the finality of the situation grew -
And then the people talking to them -
To the people to whom the justification was given -
The situational situation - the constant clue -
Which was the reason for the irrevocable timing of bromothymol blue.


Someone said something across time -
And someone said something in order to refine -
Those flawed, fickle fountains of flukes -
Then the apples of gold shone -
(And the silver fruit sparkled in the light - )
Contained in the house which WAS a tungsten mansion -
The dead fortress from which chlorine gas rose - from the pipes
So at the exacerbation of this environmental tragedy -
(Which continued for three hundred sixty-five days - )
Once this happened -
from the city there continued to rise -
NO2, SO3, SO2, NO3, CO2 -
And the temperature increased -
And once it did so -
I felt my afro on fire, a bleached complex pyre.


Frustrated people
They became alerted to the problem,
and became afraid;
And with certitude, they did what they could to fix the problem;
and so the universe continued.


Einstein said, Imagination is better than knowledge.
Franklin said, Well done is better than well said.
Tesla said that the weak are put at the mercy of the strong -
Someone said, the guy with the tall hat has said that the people who justified the finality of the situation could finally compare that the person who told me -
And I stopped him babbling and I said:
Just because they said that doesn't mean -
Finally, the car stopped and he forced me outside onto the highway -
And I said to this person -
Hey, watch out.


Once upon a time there were people -
In a place where existence was held together - now new
The exemplification of the people who were in all creation made a locution:
(In an aqueous solution.)
The mixture was stirred in and I had told the people who were going there
(With his voice impaired - )
All of a sudden the clarified solution turned into one of fermentation -
And they were forced to drink -
[And once upon a time they were driven to the brink]
And the certitude of the situation -
Made them all blink.


We were walking around the reticulated copse
Chopping wood in the place
Where light was found
[It became a network of links]
Shadowed canzones were flickering on a cavern wall

And the following words were spoken
[People felt a certain awe]
[El temor de Dios es el principio de sabiduria]

And when I saw these words, I walked outside and saw the sun setting.
And then green leaves and pink flowers were rising into the heavens
In that scene was described a pictorial idiolect of the place in which light was defined.


(You think that you heard steps five days ago,
And saw a flickering shadow.)
(And saw a flickering shadow)
And you walked across the water
And jumped into the lake
Suddenly a flash of lightning
Wakened you from your place
Illuminations occurred
Wherefore the people sitting
Now were walking to and fro - Could not see anything there
Except to know to go.


The gravediggers at night - Were in a certain plight- Once upon a time
Ticking, ticking, ticking
And several suffering saintly shadows

(Shades, or specters, or sulfurous fumes; there sapphire-stricken salvias)
Said softly [silver shurikens sped, soaring so]
swiftly, synergetically
[That the people who were singing sardonically
Were crushed to crying crystal]


Thirty thousand arms attacked the target
And fifty-four fairy tales
Shot toward the fortress;
[Those who were afflicted
With waxy flexibility,]
Were frozen in time;
A block of ice at the bottom of the Caspian Sea
And when the summer came and the lights came
And the encapsulation came, and
the ice began to melt
Out there on Neptune there was an icy-man
And in the galaxy
The Andromeda migration became disarrayed;
The Supervoid collapsed;
In the plane
Impulsive supernovas exploded
And the stars one by one flickered
[The sun in all its glory turned to darkness]
[And once upon a white moon the place became a starry galactic frieze]
He said, Pity me, pity me, pity me.


The lysosome said to the mitochondrion,
Give me some work to do.
The mitochondrion replied, The body needs sugar
[ADP + P + C6H12O6 + 6O2 --> 6CO2 + 6H2O + ATP]
So the lysosome went to the cell membrane, and to the phospholipid bilayer,
And said,
Let me out, I need to tell him.
But the phospholipid bilayer permitted through only those with high-priority access and the sodium pumps were inactive;
So, the lysosome went to the nucleus and said,
I need permission to go outside of the membrane and to the neuron-body And tell that neural cell,
Hey, eat some food.
[The nucleus gave him a 24-hour visa]
And asked permission to the brain
So that when he went to the brain, he found a lone neuron
And he told the neuron
Hey, tell the host to eat some food, I need some work to do!
And so the straying neuron went to the hypothalamus
And said, Hey, tell the host he needs to eat.
And make him say, I feel hungry,
And when he felt hungry,
He ate a tangerine,
And the lysosome told him the mitochondrion,
Why are you so lean and mean?


Perfect puppies parking their cars and sitting and biting
Snapped at the butterflies flitting forward
The finality of the situation finally told me, because fire-fainting
Fables fantasized
[About the phantasm that shouted at him]
Canticles of grief, apparitions of woe
[All cried woe, all cried woe]
Waiting and waiting for the fleeing boat
A person who told him so was going to go
Was going to go
And finally the people who said to him that were by the chuckling moat
The chuckling moat
Twenty miles away;
Told me, Hey, make your grave in such a place, and be sure to do it today;
Do it today
I tried to find the strength to reply, but garbled language came out of my mouth;
And threw myself in -
Threw myself in -
Without thinking-thinking -
What the consequences would have been -


Ghostly graves speaking in guttural grave voices
Were in a sepulcher, a catacomb, that was in a place filled with gangrene.
[The place of power particularly plucked a page of planes of public pedestrians]
And made sure they could not exit from within.


Once upon a time he was programming
Software dev. on the machine
It was one o clock A.M.
And my eyes were focused on the screen
And I had told the music minstrel
To quiet down a bit
Two o' clock A.M. occurred; my teammate came around
He said, Youre looking sick.

He asked me, Hows security?
I said, Well, not a frown.
The new MyDoom had attacked
And the computers then had crashed
The people who were clients
Had revived at last
Had revived at last
But I tell you this, yes, clear and loud:
Thereto, I will not go back.


[Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet]
A friend said, Red.
I asked him, What does Red mean?
He said, Red means blood, war, death, dispute;
I asked him, And Orange?
He said, Citrus fruit.
So then, I said, Yellow?
He said, The rising sun;
I challenged him, Blue?
He said, The emotion of men;
I shouted at him, Indigo?
He said, A passionate friend;
I roared at him, And Violet?
He whispered, A tired one who pretends-"

(And the bronze bowl broken)- the broken, battered, bioluminescence
And the cracked crystal (a clear chorale) through the vocal cords
Of people who were voicing the opinion of those who always had said
That the people who experienced a certain stretch of dread
And then the people who told them so
(Let him know)


The funny flavonoid was talking to me again
And told me that the chloroplast was malfunctioning
And then said to me, What are you doing?
[And I told him, I needed a refill on chlorophyll]
And then once I told him that
He went to the local grocery store
And bought some chlorophyll from the place,
And I told him, the thing that was necessary was a photon emission of grace.


[My favorite flea had jumped on top of the Empire State Building]
And then it shouted to the world
The furious flower fainted from the fatuous emblem of the place that made festoons of flossed flowers
And let me eat tomatoes carotenoids
Once the final furious flower had done so
It froze to finalize the folding fauvists.
The furious flower fainted
And once upon a time-I had told people- people had told something- to me-
The truth.


Please let me through, for six hundred days;
I'm tired, you're fired, and we're out in a haze;
The days, they are nights, and the nights, they are days;
Do not leave me here, please; and please do not graze.

Please let me in, please see me through;
For Im' here and I'm here, and youre true, true, true.
But one thing I had said, and one thing I knew
Was that irrevocable timing, as I said, of bromothymol blue.

So the shouters and fighters and people of lands
Came with Thompsons charging, and made their own bands
And wondered, and wondered, and wondered where they
Belonged on the earth of the terrible grey

And finally, and finally, and finally we see
(That never could ever could tether and be)
The sustenance for the bright feather I flee
From the one who is always there looking at me.


Im tired, Im tired, Im tired, he sang
And ever could never could ever be trained
To the ghosts of the magical specialized lane
That express-wayd you there to the quantified Reign.
And once it had happened, and once that we saw
(That never had happened, but once in an awe)
That the bluish oertakements, the same that Green saw
Was never - no, never - no, never - the same.


I cried well, I tried - but my stomach would not;
It seemed so, at least; for my emotions had flopped;
And so once when the horrified, horrified dread
(Which horribly wrenched away a horrendous lead)
From the bottom of the up-side-down jolt of the mind
You could findin a field, or a marsh, or a mine;
In the place of the sad, or the place of the mad, or the place of the dead;
Everything that seemed to connect (from my head),
Everything that seemed to connect what had dined
On my mind, on my mindfor several earthtimes;
And once when the apparition had stood
And shouted, and doubted, and put on its hood;
It screamed to the earth, to the hills, to the plains
Whatever you ever you ever you feigned,
Whatever! I say, you better, you better know this:
The quantified, qualified, quercetin sane.


OKAY I'M TIRED! he said,
Not forgetting a word;
I WANT TO GO HOME! he cried,
(-To be seen and not heard;)
LEAVE ME ALONE! he shouted,
(When the voices said why;)
PLEASE GO AWAY! he whispered,
When the crunches were bade.


Crying, howling, moaning winds
Stood on the end of the world, and a din
A din that we heard, that was so far away
And yet here it was quiet, as the world continued at a min;
I just wanted to throw myself over and to be done;
But the voice that had won, the voice that had won
Was telling me I could run, I could run, I could run


Shouted, Why? Why? Why? (A funeral is in the sky)
Why? Why? Why? (Please tell me why.)
Why? Why? Why? (I do not want to die.)
Why? Why? Why? (Please let me cry.)
Why? Why? Why? (Let me grow wings and fly.)
Why? Why? Why? (Goodbye, friend, goodbye.)
(he shouted to the entire universe, so that the entire universe, and all that existed, could hear him- WHY?)



That moaning zephyr whipped across the night sky
And on it flew a starry blue-green-and-red nebula, which you descried.
It soared down to meet you on the snowy land, and it hovered in front of your face and sang:
I once traveled to the triangular galaxy, and there observed
A starry spatial net, with a person trapped inside;
And I told him he could have his wish and return to earth
If he answered just three questions of mine.

The first question I asked him was simple: Am I so bright that the Seven Sisters cannot see me?
He replied: The question is rather, are the Seven Sisters so bright that you are not seen at all?
Offended, but intrigued, I asked him the second question: If you think youre so smart, what caused my
previous forms existence?
He said mildly: Word.
And becoming unnerved, and changing plans, I threw a command at him: Undo those links of the Pleiades.
At this, he asserted, I cannot do that. No man can; only God can; so you should float past and converse with
the local pulsars; and before you do, free me.
And so I did, and here I remain, speaking to men, trapped in space, until I am freed by Gods grace.


A woman giggled and laughed,
And fevered cogitations surrounded her brain stem;
But she laughed and laughed,
And so walked right through them.


Two hundred green fireflies in a night field
Blinked and flew around a sea of gold.
The majesty that kept me there
Told my heart, going once, going twice, then sold.


There exists inside your head
The subconscious dreams in sleep
And there exists inside your dreams
The melody we weep.

There exists inside the song
The words of every phrase
Which when uttered tell yourself
The hearts anticlinal age.

And there exists inside those words
The meaning in your heart,
and therein do we wit ourselves:
To bow heads and depart.


I shine in darkened dungeons,
Not all have glimpsed of me;
(And even those sea sponges
Laugh at his want of me.)

When I note them at the mart,
Where traders beck and call;
I do determine and can spot
The fools unpleasant fall.


I have married a woman, and so if you'll excuse me.
So I turned to the monarch of Saudi Arabia, and he said:
Leave my presence, you dog, I have a land to rule.
So I turned to the matronly Queen of Frostland, and she said:
Go bother your friends, you flea, there are decisions I must make for me.
I went to the coworkers, who had no ears for my words,
But when I invited them in, they laughed and shook their heads, and closed their doors.

Then I turned to my best friend of ten years.
And he said nothing, but turned away.
And it hurt me more than anything else I have told you today.

My mother-in-law told my brother-in-law,
Why did she marry him?
My brother-in-law told my mother-in-law,
Because he looks so grim.

Spank! The child bit his lips.
Spank again! A tear slid down his face.
Spank again again! he said, Okay, okay!
Please give me an embrace.


Coalesced molecules of dihydrogen monoxide were in his hands;
Unfathomably, he shot torrents of protiated water
To fill the Aral Sea;
Men came and went, and drank freely.
But someone poisoned the lake with deuterium -
And people became afflicted with sterility -
And then men tritiated the water, and the pool groaned, sick;
It vomited its contents into Kazakhstan, in Esik;
Then the remainder of the water flew toward the sky;
On its journey, it condensed, and again became refined.

I was walking at midnight by a solid-blue lake
(And the birds and the roses had found quiet and shade)
And I wanted more drama, but none came to me
(In the darkest dungeon by the stormiest wake)

And I hated myself because I was so desperate,
So desperate, I say, for meaning not there--
Throwing myself at her who rejected me and all my prayer.

A kiss of a girl and a breath of a cry
Called out to me and I asked God why.
And everyone who told me, and everyone who said
You're better off without her, and let her out of your head

I ignored because I wanted, I hoped and I dreamed
For her to come with me, wherever she were;
And months and months rolled by and I want her to be
Safe, and secure, and warm, without fear.

Please don't hurt me anymore--
(I love her so; do you love me now?)
I would love to tell you my love
(Don't tell me why)

(the snow was quietly falling from the sky)
(and I think of all the reasons why)
(and I hope I am really moving on)
(and I hope she lets me sing this song)
(because once when you are old and gray)
(and turn back to me, and to me say)
(and ask me why I loved you so long)
(I'll say it was in order to sing this song)

(version 1)

I remember when the sky was black, and the trees dark green; When consternations plagued me, at age __.

With ease can I evoke sleepless nights,
Which entailed thirst, anxiety, prefixing deprivation of rest,
Starvation nigh, culminating in near-death;

Though afterward, it is recorded in my mind
How God dragged me up out of that pit to which I had been assigned.

I remember when I ate my last meal,
And I remember then fate had been sealed;
I have a dim recollection
Of manic protection;
A blurred reminiscence
Of implicit forces in the distance -

Dimly I recall
Scribbling sounds of someone's scrawl
So vivid then, now to me seem
Faded, as cliffs eroded by leaden streams

Forcibly I surrender
My thoughts so that they render
Up images of dark blue edifices
And as I stared up at those precipices
I thought, This land I name Lepidus;
So it is in which I walk and breathe;
As these erections are, so they impact their habitants;
Cold, and bleak, and gray, and silent;

And at that point it came to my ears an overhead crash,
And raising my head, I saw that it had begun to storm and flash;
And harshly, drops poured from the sky; dark nimbi drained
As if no more would they contain
The grief and pity and woe they imbibed
And when lightning flickered, it happened -- to my horror,
And inexorably, my eyes were bribed
To the myriads of cold structures, which appeared as a dead coral sea
Which wept from pain, tears sliding down their sides of filigree.

(version 2)
When the sky was black, and trees dark green -
When consternations fell as plagues, in the age of sheen -

(With ease were evoked the nights of unrest)
And associated thirst, anxiety, and stress - )
(All the facets of near-death)

(Dimly recorded in your mind appears to be)
Him who dragged you out of a pit - to you, originally, assigned -)

(And dim recollections
Of manic protections) -
(A blurred reminiscence -
implicit forces, distant -

Dimly you recall
Scribbling sounds of someone's scrawl
So vivid then, now seem to be
Faded - cliffs eroded by leaden streams -

And forcibly you surrender
All thoughts so that they render
Up images of dark blue edifices
(And as you stared up at those precipices,
You thought, This land I name Lepidus;
So it is in which I walk and breathe;
As these erections are, so they impact their habitants;
Cold, and bleak, and gray, and silent;

And at that point it came to your ears an overhead crash,
And lifting your eyes, you saw that it had begun to storm and flash;
And harshly, drops poured from the sky; dark nimbi drained
As if no more would they contain
All grief and pity and woe they imbibed
And when lightning flickered, it happened to your horror,
And inexorably, your eyes were bribed
To the myriads of cold structures, which appeared as a dead coral sea
Which wept from pain, tears sliding down their sides of filigree.

We have twenty seconds left, and for all my skill and all my sweat
Im here defusing this bomb, and I hope I really have nothing to regret.
My partner said, Cut first the blue, and then the red wire.
Are you sure? That could really, eh backfire. After all, there are sixty-four.
Yes! he said vehemently. Convert the 8-byte passcode we obtained
To 2s complement, then NOT it, then the bits that are one will be cut in twain.

Now there are ten seconds left, and my hands are shaking
I whispered, Please dont let this be ground-breaking,
And hesitating no longer, I screwed myself up and snipped the blue cord, then the red,
And waiting with my eyes shut an eternity of dread,
Which by and by gave way to something like relief;
I peeped over at my partner, whose shoulders shook with belief
Though in me or in himself, still remains a motif.

I walked through a wheat field and plucked up a wheat stalk
And with it wiped the tears off her face-
Then took her in an embrace;
Little did we know, someone would overthrow
Our untimely match.


Hey - a crisis is occurring in Mali -
Where righteous have fallen;
So take administrative action -
Get over there -
Make sure your country has someone to serve
Because until the solution is apprehended...
The uncomfortable situation may be born again in the world.

Deaf to Deaf.
In Baltimore, his hearing was impaired.
So he said to the one closest by,
Can you give me some sign language which I can read?
The old man peered at him and said nothing -
Little did the first man know, that he was also deaf.
But he took it as an insult, being accustomed to positive treatment -
And then took it personally, and started shouting abuse at the second man.
But the second man laughed and laughed, for he heard not a word.
Then the first man started being self-piteous and weeping for himself;
Onlookers watched him in repugnance;
Suddenly, steam came out of his ears, and he melted into a solution of ammonia;
And the rains rapidly came, and upon the contact of this nitrous acid with that solution
The reaction burst into salts and water.

A tardigrade shouted at a polar bear,
"Let's go!"
The polar bear sniggered, snorted, and roared, and so
The fight occurred -
But it occurred in space, close to Io;
The polar bear got thirsty, and called, "Time out! I need a drink,"
But then suddenly stiffened, was crushed, and died -
And the tardigrade gravitated toward Jupiter, where it sighed.

Yesterday, someone said something that made me laugh.
But it wasnt the kind of statement that made me graph
Certain data in my head, or write an epitaph
On a mental tombstone, or otherwise a memorial;
It somehow translated the joy from the rhetorical.
And then he said: How does one
Discern between the wise and the fool?
I said, I guess its the difference between eating chocolate versus gruel.

Toasted marshmallows, lemon squeezy.
Its funny that I can even breathe easy;
Some dummy told me I was the square root of two;
And I told him he was a FIFO queue.
To which he replied, though, that he knew me too well;
Because he had analyzed all my nerve cells.
I said, tisk tisk, you're a bit smarter than the rest of the classificate,
But you can't explain how you can trust what your eyes and your eardrums
Send to your cerebrum, that cerebrates.
He laughed aloud at that, and said:
Once I get my whole brain emulation dissertation complete, that wont be a problem.
I said, youll never be able to upload a mind, until we fully understand the entanglement of a

And so we argued and shouted, all through the night;
And the neighbors got offended, but what was to them stale, made us excite.
The more restless they became, the more our voices raised;
The more our frustrations peaked;
And then silence happened for about three weeks;
For our disagreement was so sharp, that we parted ways;
Pity, because our neighbors seemed unfazed.

You're walking through a shadowland
Of fairy tales, and magic plans.
But then your eyes alighted upon
A sword, a staff, and an enchanted wand.
And then you considered:
"Well, if I take the sword, I can kill a beast;
But what if I am the very weakest and least?"
And so then you turned to the staff, and said:
"This makes me feel wiser and older than I am, and so
It would not be appropriate to acquire this stick, except to help me go."
And then you finally turned to the wand, and thought:
"This gizmo here, what does it do?"
And you picked it up, and for a moment, from that, you construed
A scene before your eyes in which you had everything you ever painfully wished;
And you momentarily realized why fascinating, terrifying, and horrifying things happen, and expire;
Why sometimes hopes fade, and crumble, as a funeral pyre.
Because, now and again, pain makes us move when we don't want to leave,
And it happens that suffering is our proof, when we wish not to be set free.
Therefore, put down the wand, and come back to what is real,
Because you'll need to stick to what you know, and not just what you feel.

[A man looked out into the sky]
[And at night he saw all the stars]
[In a forest, by himself, before morning came nigh]
[And the world around him became locked with bars]
[And so he cried out to the heavens to hear his dim story]
[But the heavens merely watched him and did not give respondence]
[And in the depths of the earth, in the fire-quarry]
[He called for it to awaken and erase his despondence]
[But the magma rolled and pulsed and did not hearken his supplication]
[And so he finally turned to the edge and with a deep breath]
[Took the final step into a murky death]

There are many sad things in this world. One of them is heartbrokenness. People deal with this in different ways. One way is through solitude.

One, two, three, four
(Come here with the poor)
Five, six, seven, eight
(Don't you dare abominate)
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve
(Put your feelings on the shelves)
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
(Say the words to set me free)

We want to go and be--
In a place-- where you meet me.

All that imputes you and me

When I saw a demoiselle praying
(Just once I would like to see)
You defied my pensivities upon my inquiry -
All that imputed you to me.

My love, if you examine any emerald pin in our conifery,
(Scrutinize! and see! - my name inscribed on such a leaf - )
Then realize my needle, destined to make you free... from
All that imputed you to me.

And as you descend viridian heights - delicately avoiding black lightning bolts with ease -
Sweetheart, if you reach the deepest heart of my deep, blue ravine
(Though dead winds and vague nimbi are calling for you to sea; don't disembark here; please, don't leave. )
Declare to the trees, and call to the birds; cry to the heavens, and raise your voice to all the naturaleze,
(Don't forget about me - Don't forget about...
All which imputes you and me. )

Delicate Brittny, though my missive may not necessitate words all these -
Woman, if you go to the darkest basin in that verdant midnight gleam -
(Where dreamy drops of water slide as tears down trunks of trees - )
And if you dabble in the pond, through an icy moonlight freeze
You will see my face reflecting yours - crying,
All which still now imputes you with me.

[From Feb 23, 2019]

Most Beautiful Brittny

A fiery pit of doom ...
A song that made me swoon...
When I thought of you
Marrying me
And then we found that we loved each other
for such a long time -
No longer do I wish to die -
Because I know I can be with you -
Most beautiful Brittny.

We know each other -

Tell me once again-
a reason why you love me-
and when you listen closely-
I can hear you saying -
To me -
Brittny -
I love you.

And though it's a whisper, it sounded dead-cold
And though a mystery, we whispered our souls
To a place and a time where we found our own molds
In a quiet chalice of a terrible world
And though upon sleeping we could finally see
That once upon a waking, and once upon a glee
We could finally, finally, finally meet
You and me, Brittny, together to be
What no one else, could ever, could ever be.

A song, a kiss, a cry, our rights -
Our delight -
Wishing and wishing the past to come here and say
I ever told ever told ever again
That she kissed me, and she said, I kissed him,
And when our lips met I wondered and wondered and wondered the same
- Feeling, and feeling, and feeling, her pain.

Tickle me blue and let me see inside you
Because I know that your mood is as an indigo hue
And your indigo hue matches the eternal imbued
Character of my own saddened review;
And wish me pink, and I'll tickle your cheek
As we embrace and create a tentative figure of eight
But before you glaciate, Brittny, let's wed
And consummate - And procreate - And motivate - Don't vacillate - but we can sophisticate - and regenerate - And perpetuate - our incarnates.

Smile when I say - I love you -
And weep when I weep -
And love me back -
And ask me why -
It has to be this way -
And I will tell you -
Quietly, as I sing this song -
(It's because I love you)

Kissing magic

And once upon a time, we were there.

From Feb 2019

Once I dropped a feather
Onto a horizontal brick wall
(And kissed Brittny's hair-feathers
As she kissed me in a clear hall)

And when we stared one to another
(Knowing the other well)
She said, "Do you love me?"
And I said, "Wherever you dwell."

From the highest heaven to the deepest faint dell,
I'll love you forever; there's no changing my mind
For Brittny is beautiful and what we now know
Is that no one else shares the position she holds...

And finalization of remonstration
Allows you to see
A quietude in the distance
Obscure, previously -
This image on my retinas -
(It's easy to see)
Is of you and I, Brittny -
(Proximal concurrently.)

Quickly quote a crying canticle:
(An ode for you and me.)
And swiftly inscribe the successive sounds:
(Undying Brittny-love.)
Tickle your script with these textual tips -
(A goal for you and me.)
Now engrave this on your parchment, and cut out these following slips -
(My resplendent Brittny-dove -- of above.)

Once when juggling jobs to do
I observed (from afar) a fight -
And noted that those two men strove
To collect the same delight;

So I find that Brittny is the one
(For whom my soul has longed)
Waiting here upon the stars
Where intelli-magic emits its song -

And sparkling refined crystal sand
Is in the power of my hand;
We understand that Brittny is delicate, exquisite, lovely, and statuesque.
And to mention with supple flesh;
I dreamed of dreamy dragons to slay
And finally (with a hooray)
A garden full of nothing but
The only one who I would like to touch
When in the orchard, alone, at night
Whisper the following words in this plight:
I love you always, and always will
So: Brittny: love me now; I love you still.


Summery Brittny

[The summer sun was shining at night
When it was simply Brittny and I standing in an empty lot
(And standing trains guarded us from the outside world)
In this partially romantic scene we see]
A place where you and I can be
Together, together, together, free.
Together, together, together, Brittny, you and me.
Brittny, please be with me.

From March 1, 2019

Brittny has a beautiful coiffure.
I know who you are.
(Your tantalizing gaze)
[You want to amaze]
Perfume to procure
To add a layer of glaze;
(If I could use the phrase
"Lend me a sample of your DNA polymerase;
I want you in me, and then to be DNA-methylated;
To draw your histones, which will undergo modification;
So that you're in me, and I in you.

Brittny, I love you -- yes, even you! -- you're a mystic jewel, my renewal, biofuel.

From Mar 2019

A snowy flake falls from the sky -
(Hexagonal limpid structures which do not comply)
With only seventy-seven of my sweetest icicles;
(I caught it in my hand and examined the six tips)

You - Lift your face to the gray heavens and ask:
Fathom twenty clouds that drift (solemnly) by -
(They're watching the proceedings below;
While our macrocosm imparts to us a memorandum - )

But if we were to auscultate the cosmos - for a mere interval -
Then would we comprehend its intelligence;
Still, most of us, maintaining reciprocal struggles, attend not -
So plateaus groan as long as seascapes sigh;

(Scanning the ice-point in my palm (to liquefy) -
[Quivered - melted - sobbed - cried]
A life of its own, but never asked why;
It never, had ever, had ever, asked why.)

Reel yourself in; here we come back to actuality -
Being not over yet: Give us a chance to breathe.

From Mar 5, 2019

So now pause and think -
(Next time you go to the brook and drink) -
Which of you had ever asserted
The time and place of such a spectacle
After your energies had been converted
From ominous to pure;
[So I crept down a dungeon vestibule
And listened to the guards' dialogue;
Waiting for a small hint to acquire
My life's epilogue -

I picked the lock, and cut free the hawk
Which possessed, tied to its leg, the crucial message;
And with shaking hands unraveled the scroll
And read the following presage:

Find me either in the deepest oubliette or the highest empyrean vault;
(In this ethereal stronghold)
I'll impel a self-made statuette -
(And even throw on a blindfold;)
--Perhaps hurl down purple lightning bolts;

I told the hawk to tell her closely
My response so grim;
"I always loved you, and loved you again
[To the deepest affectation]
But knowing that you want to hear that, let me simply persist:
'Here' is at hand; (and 'There' we know exists) -
A wandering gaze, and a touch of a hand: The smile of a crying tantalization."]

And then I looked up and the hawk beadily stared
At me with sharp yellow eye;
Then fluttering its wings, now flying in air
And launched itself through the window, into the sky --

I watched it go and to myself privately thought
Hawks one of the most beautiful beasts which God ever wrought.

What Brittny is

Brittny is a beautiful, feathered, soft, indigo bunting.

My Eternal Home

I wish that you know, dearest friends -
That you, yourselves, are not in isolation...
And I want you to know, cherished gems --
a riddle and an osculation:

First a dark saying, to electrify the mind;
And then the kiss, to titillate the heart;
And once upon a falling star, -- Throw me a minus sign;
You linger here on earth; and I'll...
venture to impress you with abstract art;

I once lived in the core of Jupiter; and inured myself to the -- glacial --

It transpired yesterday, after my initial -- appraisal --

That Ganymede decided to exit orbit about -
this remote sanctum in which I roam;
So I hopped aboard and was induced to Earth --
And in an undertone --
I heard them talking to me;
From their angelic thrones;
Voices whispering sayings for me -
To come to be their own;
But I resisted and fled from phantoms -
Which haunted my nerves and bones;
Thus always bolting southward...
To my eternal home.

I entered a quiet and dark place
Called the glade of the beauty called Brittny
yet she was sad and cold, and absent from that space
Singing sad songs of the free

I waited there for one hundred-some days
And finally a tear
Dropped from my left eye onto the grass -
And there I saw a plant -- appear --

And to my astonished gaze I found -
the plant was growing so fast before my eyes -
And it grew to my height and it bore a fruit -
Offering it to me - right before my eyes -

I plucked off the fruit with trembling hand -
And bit into its beautiful flesh -
And now as I cry and I call to you, woman --
I love you even to death.

Tell me what happened.
[I felt as if I were drowning in a pool of hydrofluoric acid]
[You dealt with him as if he were expounding upon the rule of historic passage]
And then I found a person who tripped upon a rock
[And his ghost raised him up to flip him off the block]
But he flew away and floated by to avoid the aftershock:
I always wondered what became of the fauna flock...

The Ebony Hour

At the obscure, ebony hour -
A black stiletto flashed and disappeared into a pool of water
Whose surface, glazed with white crystal
Had broken into four million shards of divisible
Ice - and then they rearranged themselves to form
A fiery, synergetic, blade -- an aerial pyrosome -
And from my voice - (Into the clearing trod I) - at my call -
They sped off on a journey, north, to raid -
Someone whose chronology faintly existed -
Somewhere on the surface of a fluorescent, spheroid, cyan rondure - corrected, repeated, and resisted]
Where the stars twinkled dimly -
On the way, my lancet caused the grass to ignite -
And when the world is aflame, reiterate the seriate remark:

(Your home is silent here)

You walked away from the planet and headed east toward Mars -
[You wanted to grab a salad and some chocolate bars] -
But the sunshine was glowing and you were already late -
So you decided to roll the dice of fate -

So you took a deep breath and rolled the cubes on the clouds -
And it happened to be that you got what you vowed -
You became silent and teleported to Neptune -
(A place where ever rage the quiet typhoons)

From May 2019

River of Tears

how strange that I found myself here...
In a river of tears
And stars --
Stars --
Are rolling in mirrors.

Pink Shadow of Grace

I thought of all the ways to say hello
so I stood up on my feet and tippy-toed
across to the pink shadow of grace
And I took a deep breath and --
Fell on my face.

The Quark

Say goodbye to the sun,
and say goodbye -- that you're done --
For whoever it is, knows you no more --
Once you're out of the one, the place and the quark.

Indeed have I

Indeed have I loved her so long -
To be honest with you, I love her pure song -
Like a bird in the night which takes off in flight -
Like a paper fowl which calls out for heavenly light -
Like a singing woman who wanders the night -
Looking and searching for rapturous white -
Seeking and scouting for zenithlike heights -
Brittny, an ultrablue perilous light -
Brittny, a beautiful, blinding, bright sight -
Brittny, a dove on the shore by starlight -
Brittny, what tongue can recite -
The passion in me which you love to ignite ...

Icicle Scythes

(I stared at your face and a tear rolled down your cheek)
(But the tear was blue and it lulled me to sleep)
(But before it did, it turned to ice)
(And it shattered on the forest floor into five million shards)
(And I picked up a crystal and I placed it in your palm)
(You don't need to stab me with a glacier knife - )
(Because, frostfrozen princess - we have here icicle scythes)

(loved her -- kissed her --)
We became the best of friends;
(called her -- missed her)
-- But where have gone the winter wrens?

(saw her -- fixed her)
We grew up and sought our trends --
(blessed her -- blissed her)
-- But I adjure you -- where are now the winter wrens?

(tended her -- healed her)
We grew old and died and began to mend --
(passed her -- mourned her)
--But swear and say truth -- where have gone the winter wrens?

Credit to Freddie Wong for audio