Quantum Quandaries

Every time I get deep rest I become depressed
And when I think about space I am elated
yet scared.

Fear change but don't loathe it,
love parties but don't host them.

the hostess with the most swiss roll cakes
wins - a lifetime supply of swiss rolls,
plus kudos (the candy bar not the accolades)

Afraid of accolades but played with acolytes
as a child, so ceremonial on my serotonin flow
Yung Dopamine dope like [chemical bro
ther]e's a band we haven't heard from in a while

electronic ... uh ... well, electronica.
Put that organ in your mouth - harmonica

organic broccoli, green cauliflower
cloroform, chlorophyll, more gardens
gnomes from the hedges
make homes on ledges

Stevie Wonder can hear everything you say about him
That's not what I (environ)meant
What I meant is he can read minds.

That bear is bleeding

That bear is bleeding! Should we help it?
"Can we help it (?) may be more apt of a question, Mark.
Without being mauled, I mean."
"Good point, Anserr. Have you got any honey?"
"We could be mauled, Mark. I think that bears repeating," Anserr repeated
"Repeating what? I never heard him say anything in the first place!"
Never one to question Mark, Anserr deferred: "No, I haven't got any honey."
"Rats," said Mark. "Well, have you got any money then?"
"Not that either," answered Anserr. "Not for you at least.
Mark, mark my words - you'll never get a dime from me."
What the fuck am I talking about
What the fuck am I? tal king a bout
This bear's repeating.
This bears repeating.

that part / bears repeating

i have silently

plotted terror, he 

prays,

wings folded, 

continuing: 

i am deadly ;  

nightshade,   her eyes, 

   lowered. egrets 

also, nearby

hunting crab

in the estuary. that part 

bears repeating. 

computer monitors & brooding (it's all deleted)

1. this is how the world ends:
with a blog post. i am hog,
i am a hog host. bellowing like lips without words
a host of ragged cog tweets, aligned as Brazil.
sexualized people all, butts and stuff,
high opinions about their low morals.

2. the boy at the pool was a retard. i don't
mean this in a mean way, you know, it's just a description.

3. here's another: in the room without windows Delores
shudders under her blanket. it's very warm inside,
but outside the stores are closed due to the cold
which even creeps in, on the shadows and with
dust sputtered by sparrows.

(sparrows stutter dusty words to third children:
yaaaaaas, they say, i've heard you are my daughters
 ---such are the pilgrims thoughts
     about insanity---)

4. breeze weeps tides of dung beetles
in on the horizon, here they are, with words
for once in meter, on the third and firth beat
of every measure, every careless lidless eyeball
beseeching beJesus just do something
about the jutless jutting jaws of spoontown
the color is lacking from their eyes, cheeks
     freaks on dope & amphetamines
& screwball hotties --- daddies from up high
sent to (or down below, they come, maybe)
to murk up our barometer, princess . . .

5. last year from down by the shed
i saw two butterflies hover (maybe over! closer!
redact hover, write sputter)
mixing dust with their butter & better yet
telling of tales abroad about their flutters - - -

6. military robots

7.

8. this is an infinitely small & hopeless romance
about how it concerns me that all we can say
about the robot in our studies
is how she's like the butterfly
    (i mistyped this and left it
    ghost of a mistake - - - deal with it)

what i mean is
we study butterflies to make drones
that will kill people
without trial or justice

none & all, butter & the fly-watchers,
everyone will die like toads stuck

(& then, proving maybe there is a God,
or at least a divine humor, Thad will replace
the ailing/shot fuse in the blinkering headlight
with (what else?) a bullet (nothing else fits)
which will overheat, explode and fire
directly into Thad's heart.
the buggy -- of toad hunters -- crashes,
killing all of them)

(this was a Darwin award)

(except now there aren't fuses in cars
it's all GEE WHIZ electronic computer
manuals-you-gotta-read-tew-understand-goddam-it
computers connected w/ robots w/ lightbulbs
no room for human decency
enough to ungraciously kill yourself)

(it's all deleted, inside, it's all
a blank computer monitor
it's all

Ever been to Rio?

A bazillion brilliant Brazilians
resilient civilians living like lesbians
lisping about Lisbon and Portugal
Portly geese speaking portuguese:
"River of Janeiro - you ever been there?"
Rupert thought to himself: "No. I don't speak goose, or hispanic. But you look good enough to eat."
"What's the matter? Goose got your gander?" taunted the geese, still in portuguese.