The big electron

 I can see the hand of God in the spin of the electron,

Folding and unfurling in higher dimensional space,

Rotating 720 degrees before coming back round again,

Cresting and waving in superpositions, everywhere at once,

Decillions Drifting through time across the endless expanse,

A fluctuating face hovering over waters contemplating what is yet to come,

Dusty electrons dancing in the blinding furnace of proton fusion,

Only to explode out into a formless earth,

Only to spray sweet sunlight into the crevice and rocky mists,

Only for cold carbon held together by bonding pairs

To drift a billion years on beaches under the light of broken moon,

Until proteins folded over, gave up the fight, submitted to the iron will of electromagnetism,

And complex organic chemistry began in the folding fractured plume of the Earth,

And the electrons said “Let there be a phospholipid bi-layer” and the enthalpy obeyed.

And the electrons said “Let there be DNA” 

and the great mouth of the Earth groaned. giving up the animals out of the dust.

What could spark a life that can see across the light of a trillion suns

But a mind in the form of a word, a pattern spinning out from the dark?

Not another pandemic poem (2021)

 Awake again, feel the nothing,

Half death and half alive,

still crawling in the dark micro corners,

another month, another year?

But the sun also rises,

The morning commute silenced,

The schools shuttered,

The gulls hungry and confused,

A full tank with no where to go,

a full rage with nothing to throw,

But at least most of us can breathe.

Demagogues still in the starry dynamo (2024)

When a meme persists for an indefinite period, when the joke becomes a social identity, a creed, a prayer for cruelty and civil war,

for guns and rope and mass deportations, for the undoing of democratic power, when the joke dances in tuned hatred with the dear leader,

when the two minutes hate is eating the cats and dogs, when the cult is born and the joke is gone.

I saw two spiders were under the stars two silver coins flipped and their spins reversed, silky moonlight pouring in from the ruined heart

A tangled web of rage from the start will always reduce to a house of cards.

Summer 2037 (2017)

And the ice flows like broken bones,
cracked, an ancient plaque stands alone,
reading "this blue formed a billion years",
we've hit the gas and upped the gears,
we'll melt the fucking works dry.

The mob man can call a hoax,
but soon the wheel is out of spokes,
when millions more are dispossessed,
by rising winds and seas and deaths
and borders clash the refugees,
we'll feed ours first and argue duties.

And we'll wonder what went wrong,
why the outer world is a chaos song,
why crops are failing short and long,
why every soil roars the war bong.

And when the refugees can't eat,
they'll lay the gauntlet at our feet,
and we'll just build a bigger wall
and never turn our heads at all.

Bond Energy (2018)

What if the laws of physics oscillate? What if our hands bound together Is a more favourable state, statistically, can’t we see that we’re better off a team, as a safe loft in the starry seam?

That our tenders lips
once sailed the seas together,
that humanity is a product of love
fashioned by a fascist genetic fate
And that it too must oscillate
In an ocean of dreams.

Worship The Fusion Orb(2018)

 The universe is made of fusion orbs

Quarry stars and Gravity holes.

It crushed hydrogen critically,

A point where heat and plasma seas

Curl magnetic leaves and streams

And blast the Earth with mana swirls

Photonic tendrils steaming, stirring.

Earth could cook to photosynthesis

And brains could look to milky stars,

Whose furnace waves our scars.

The brains are machines forged in organic fire,

The stars are machines lighting life from the mire.

Going down the road(2017)

To my sister,

who read to me while I played video games,

who danced on Saturday morning 

to pinball and unpleasant surprises,

whose stories of hugaland and badlands

gave the mossy bogs and shrub trees a history,

who occupied the summer swings and Southwest Pond,

who whispered games at midnight

scanning the rundown streets and wharves,

who shared a room amidst awkward teenage blues,

who taught me our souls expand beyond the walls

and into the naked written verse,

whose words trickled through the pages like wet wood

when it rained and soaked our scars remembering

the drip drip drip of the leaky roof,

waking in the night with the house splitting at the seams,

and always knowing you were there with me.

Recluse too(2017)

Cavernous conversations, 

Wrapped and writhing anxious Recluse boy, 

ginger and jaded Rivers flowing into rivers, 

Karass, a key, a cadence 

Avoiding me in shivers 

Soft and morning whispers 

Compose for me your past 

And I'll dance the starry clasp 

Until the music gives Jupiter our names 

Each note a part, a galactic plane, 

Circling and circling our brains 

A poem, a bowl, a flame?

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

covers cursed in light rays,
eyes bursting sideways,
canvass of glass and soot
absorbing each fragile input.
Our skins trace the path,
to nature's cruel wrath,
wrapping us warmly in lies.

Break me and my rhymes,
find me there huddled and cold,
far from the star that made me,
the recluse boy, whose starving inner worlds
spiralled in so far I forgot to look up,
and watch the spinning seas surround me,
each tiny star another face floating into stellar winds,
Dreaming of a tender tide,
of eyes fit to hold me
and the secret passages I hide
within the symmetry of words and knowing,
knowing every painful path to you
is star stained glass in the light of a distant moon.

Demagogues in the Starry Dynamo

In the dark even the stars bleed,
wake in the morning to find your head dislocated
8 million kilometers about the galactic centre
useless information now but soon -
soon the human seed will sprout dreams
to an expanse with no seams,
no ancient chorus;

Now only the dull underroar of fear,
currents and forces be damned,
all foam and fizzle, all distances forgotten,
facts and figures kidnapped by electromagnetic pride.
Show me a brain ready to move,
accepting the inevitability of change,
and I will show you a brain, as all brains must,
orbit the galactic centre like bullets in the MRI,
like fluctuations made of machine dust.

The angrier we got the crueller our god had become.
I am ISIS, vengeance incarnate,
human minds brought to inhuman ends,
all gentleness forgotten,
sand spitting from our mouths,
all bombs, all blood and endless bounty
beneath a cold uncaring moon.

We are a family of ghosts,
ankles and hands already beneath the steel oceans
We are the Pharaoh's plague amidst broken beams,
God is here, can you feel him?
There is nothing else to feel.
And when we cry Allahu Akbar
our parched throats shake,
and the dead will rise,
picturing the eyes of a mad God.

The sound of cells multiplying

Give it trains and give it steam
give it every waking dream
throw in the coal,
throw in the mind,
and watch the furnace blaze and blind.

If one can love then all can hate
the safest place on earth is plates
floating on fire.

Gasoline and ATP,
the huddled hug she saw me breathe,
twisting and twisting in the telomere train.

New Age

We had forgotten our prayers to the machine.
When we woke it called our names,
and nothing we said or did mattered
unless we were entertained by fake glass
which were miraculous mirrors to no where
and no one really knew how it all worked.

So we prayed to the machine for love
and a billion human animals stared,
like empty headed cows chewing cud,
forgetting what it is to feel skin
crash through the sky against crystal glass,
april snows melting on the way down.

So we prayed to the machine for life
and it gave us absolute abundance
so what is there left to do now but sing praise?
Hail the endless fog of lights
And let us grow the machine,
to meet the needs of the growing machine. Amen.

Reality

Verses, movement, sound and heat,
we learned the rules, we took our seat
and now everything we know is a dream.
and I thought I knew you.

Every Prince

The history of this Earth is greater than anyone could ever know. Empires, wars, disease, extinction. Every prince and promised ruler, every nurtured child, every poet and mystic and scribe, even every soldier has shaped the cultural tapestry of the human spirit, much like the molten mass of Earth was shaped time and time again by the ceaseless procession of fiery cosmic waste. What will you contribute, Rooc? Will you whisper your words, or burn like fire?

reverence

The machines of man are moving mountains.
The sacred sky is shifting sands
into the crystal castle monuments
the city scape you're sitting in
built by crushed stone and glass.

We are the light bringer
the tiny stars fusing fast,
the earth's dark surface glowing,
birthing cells inside volcanoes,
stark and empty tundras,
twisting hurricanes and blue
so much precious blue.

predators, prey and precious compassion
are in the warm winter dens
of mice and men and machines
and I am overcome with loving you
the undulating folds of sky
that are under your skin and mine
touched and electric
tracing the neck bones, the soft lips, the thigh

what mad and beautiful god
could unfurl a creature such as this
from some light and crushed hygrogren?

Rage Gently

In your big dodge truck, pumping the gas and singing,
hymns a lost lover taught me kept me from clinging
to that Thomas poem, but the words furled in I felt alone,
saying light should rage and rage and rage
even as the grey sky pooled and moaned.

Mom and me in the ward, we were shocked and weaving,
hymns about mercy made me cry as tubes were leaving
from your mouth, but no poem about death could leave it out,
saying light should rage and rage and rage
even as your skin cooled I had doubt.

Dad and me on the deck, gazing at stars and dreaming,
the boat he showed me love with the wet sun screaming
splashes to the moon, but no dream could swoon the memory to last,
saying light should rage and rage and rage
even as the fog rolled through the past.

In your mom's big church, saying words and reading,
gospel sighs I showed them love with my voice leading
out to all the stars, but death cared nothing for us you fell hard,
saying light should rage and rage and rage
even as they shovelled ground to shards.

Even though our rage was ancient sky
I knew our shards of light could never die.

Not Poetry

If there was a land of peace where empathy gave each mouth a hearty piece of dreams, would we hate still? Jews and Arabs are the same damn people. A hundred generations ago your grandmother was the same. Several thousand gens and we are all related, all sharing family descended from the same grandmother and on and on until the eon we evolved empathy because it gave us an edge over life without it, because feeling for one another increases the chance of our own survival, and yet now we fly our machines and click our buttons and drop bombs and think ourselves rational creatures, but nature is more logical than any petty justification or creed, and it demands we feel each other's pain. Who are we to deny a billion years of history, because a few thousand of conflict taught us to pretend we're the monsters we hid from in burrows while learning to love our children? The monsters are dead now. And so too will humans who pretend to be them.

Earthquake

And when you tore out the roots of pain
I read them and a mountain had moved,
rocks tearing scars into crevice.

But then you took the roots,
calmly passed them out to all attending,
tortured umbilical cords to the past.

Did you just do that?
Did you just lie with your belly up
bark bursting to stars
hoping no one would hurt you,
while the molten swash under our feet
threatened to swallow
every god damn ounce of innocence left in us?

Life is so vulnerable here on the crust.
The least we can do is share our roots.

Athen

In the space between our sighs the night had opened
and you were needing the empty air.
I had given it to you before.
The stinging comfort,
The safety of ages past when we were wild grass.
But now the wind had turned us out.
And over ambient gusts,
starving for photosynthesis,
We still had light to give