Truth is the rarest information The eye can see and is visible You cannot see the backside of the cupthat you know is there The tree feels the texture Fingers on the rough surface Exactly as our models expected God is everywhere and nowhere All at onceLike a catIn an imaginary boxLike the one and only electron and the single positron Matter Antimatter DeathNot DeathSlipknot September 28th…

In the Cow Palace 1974, the lobby spun, Floor swirled, pulsed, anticipation begun, Owsley Orange barrel coming onThe Wall of Sound waited for us allWaves of fervor surged, pushing tight, Against the exit doors, our path in sight.An unseen hand moved the mindful throng, Guiding us where echoes once belonged, Into a space where grandeur…

(Green leaves turning ) It all starts dying The blooms fade The air changesIn a death sort of waySpiders are everywhere When fried they are likeLittle lobstersYou can’t fry lobsters You need to boil themAliveLike innocent medieval “witches”Their little claws opening and shutting Useless Not unlike our mindsWhen the super intelligence Spots our inefficiencies Tremendous…

Things that copy themselves Are very rare Machine-like molecules Stepping up the evolutionary ladderOver obstacles, unseenNothing for the blazing future Radio Activated charcoal warriors Emboldened the bystanders who have no clue Making flawed copies of the faulty narrative Stumbling over the Acronyms of lifeBlindly slicing with their Light sabers of justification Freedom the shoutJustice the…

A raccoon and a dog Playing pokerOn a bed of nailsFound after days of finally slowing down and listening “My mind is racing like my creator, smoking lying supine, chitawick on his bed only blue sour ink” – Humphrey Chimpden Earwicker Bolt upright after the dream of Cutting my own throat with a dull knifeStarts…

The tumorLooks just like an influencer From the inner tubesOn the riverNot drowned Just drowningIn agingFeeling faintLike a divine spirit That stops the heartLe petit malStaring off into………… the great beyond Aug. 2, 2024

Soundlessly in the middle of the stageStraining and sweatingPushing down with both arms Pushing and pushing the concert finaleCareful not to make a single sound Standing up, spreading armsan indication of completion Stunned silence in return All are waiting for the bomb blast Remembering all the high points of the slippery past On the moldy…

from howler monkey spaceto the bottom of this lagoonthe yellow tape snakes between the rocks this is not waterbut the tearsof ancient drowned marinerswashed ashorestruggling to collect the tapeMany cats effortlessly floating by”you do not need that air mask”they are wordless in their mewingtheir reassuring purrsAbove the observation is“he will never collect all that yellow…

Baby pictures I remember from the photographThe texture of the shag carpet Below my chubby armsMy sonBefore the collapse of reasonLeaning his cheek against mineIn a gesture of love and affection BelowThe “Utopia of Power”The history of Stalin’srise to powerAfter Lenin’s deathThe “very important now”Next to a multi tap with usb plugsChinese AI robot dogs…

At the edge of sleepPhotons arrive 11 billion light years traveling from theBiggest of all bangsThe mortal data pushes theSound into all the corners In a playful dance ofMost Rare atmosphere Swooping and divingAs the drummer, timeYawns into theAbyss of infinity June 19, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME