The Art of Combustion

Plain as the stone on your face.

Row your safety to napalm

notes, afraid as flame shrinking

from water ‘n’ crackling for air.

                                    There is a life

in chemical reactions. Raw materials

colliding, combusting, and accruing

sedimentary corrosion.

                                    Moving elements collide,

redefine neutrons in an atomic closet, abide

in particle performances and material matters—

The touch

                        Of Mark Pauline’s fingers,

caught between machines

and the nature of unstable

science’s elemental tenements,

                                     both positive

and negatively charged.

                        1/2015

                        Florence

An interview with the author as an old man

Ghanian poet and blogger Geosi Gyasi interviewed me! Click on this text to check it out.

"Glare of shoosh"

Glare of shoosh,

Din of protest, personal

and urgent, meaningless

shrieking babies. They know

life is miserable. But we learn

to smile, learn to love the living

hell in our loins, the dull ache

of solitude in the circle

of those who claim to have our back

and tell us we are not

fat. I am a fat fuck

,on an airplane, dreaming

of skewering the tiny larynx

of a baby with a prickly

plastic fork—unrepentant.

5/29/2015

Munich-San Francisco, in transit