Tag Archives: #science

ontoloberries

summers

pass, difficult

to hear, since sound waves slow

through sweet actuals, through

the tangible trees. summers come

slowly,

come soon:

hear those there-flowers opening

on extended days; smell

the qualia

grass grow

Studies Show Beauty Show

“Studies show attractive people

Are more beautiful than people

(Who think of themselves)

(As unattractive))

.”

“Using a scale of appreciation

(Controlling for this and that)

Confirms what we have always

Suspected

.”

“Beautiful people are (in fact)

Beautiful

(Whenever (and only when)

They (are) attract(ive))

.”

stupid & violent

busy, stupid quarks
infiniplicating like sea monkeys
why? why what.
shh, tilt your head and listen…
IT IS MY SOLEMN
DUTY TO EXIST,”
the whole universe is bellowing
very uncomfortably
loudly (because the magnificent
universe is, on the
larger scales, a bit
of a moron). fact:
nothing can escape a
black hole, not even
your bright idea, so
just, just, just
just let it go, kiddo
you’re gonna die
in that darkness
(because the glorious
universe is, on the
larger scales, mostly interested
in violence)

The Angels

When they landed on their planet
(Which was ours up until then)
We couldn’t stop ourselves from talking
About the beauty of their skin

It was skin as if the night sky
Were dipped in mother of pearl
And when, with compound eyes, one saw you
You wanted to give it your world

Not only their intelligence
But their empathy as well
Their kind societies inspired us
Humanity? Relative Hell!

Deeply we desired to serve them
To earn from them love and trust
So hard to describe when you’re near one
But you must be near one – you must!

While watching one eat my sister
(With grace, with patience, it chewed)
I felt nothing but admiration
They deserve to keep us as food

Just as we deserve our sirloin
And pig fat for our dinners
In this contest of fitness called life
These angels – these souls – are the winners

decortication

the acolytes of science
dictate i cannot reach
emotional maturity for
another couple decades
(by no fault of my own
(by way of my y-chromosome))
so i sob in the meantime
and laugh and sob and
grip my fists in anger
and if you asked me why i
felt some way, i couldn’t say
i might peel my own artichoke
to measure the shape
of my very own heart
but how do you reassemble
an artichoke?

That love which cannot fail to be

In the way
Infinity contains
Infinite infinities

Or the way
My life divides
Into briefer, lived-out lives

There is a sadness
That branches behind
The green in your eyes

So if you should
Wake up on a train
On its way to Pompeii

And you think you might feel
Lonely watching window rain
Drops wobble and dissolve

But you only feel a sapling sadness:
You’re just living out
One quantum version of me

And life won’t get tough
For a couple more years
So don’t worry

When you get ivied-over
By the branching, lightless sadness
When it’s the same to look

As it is to close your eyes
The god we call Because
Will do the remembering for you

And a love older than life
Will continue because
Living did sometimes feel nice