And Throw in some Grammar

Bob, , , 
The sea-soaked philosophers know that logic is a wave function.
And that function, whether a wave or a dream, is as outrageously
Real as the rest of us. 

The desert-dry stars are aluminum fairy tales in pop-can verse.
The happenings of what happened are now charged with memories.
And both memories and gravity pull you in.

What can be can only be what we are willing to guess
And what we have become to mean. Handwritten somewhere between
The calligraphy of philosophy 
And the probability of a poem.

32 thoughts on “And Throw in some Grammar”

  5. Incredible images! And thank you. I have been writing so much prose lately that I haven’t been able to write poetry and your poem, at last, sparked some vaguely poetic lines which I’m hoping will get me started on an idea I’ve been circling.

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  6. “what we are willing to guess and what we have become to mean.” it’s like a reminder that the plots we are part of will continue and god damn, i needed that the way things have been going for me. I know i’m peronalizing the poem, but often times with your poems, i love reading the comments of others to find out what the poem or parts of the poem mean to them and it feels endless. When you write, does the poem come to you all at once or as lines marinate or whatever, the end becomes clearer?

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    1. When I write I usually don’t start with an idea. Hopefully an opening line presents itself. And I write from there. I usually don’t know where I will end up. Which a lot of times doesn’t work out. Glad you liked this one. And glad you are feeling better.

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      1. i like that i like seeds who apparently sense when it’s gonna rain and do a little jig…my mom told me this. she sent me this blog called Good News….every day some good news.

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      3. ya know? why not focus on good news, but then again sun ra said something like if you ain’t upset you ain’t looking hard enough. the point being that the world is out of balance like in thaat great phillip glass soundtrack movie called kayanquatsa or something like that…i think it’s a hopi indian word that means out of balance. it’s not a movie, but image after image, maybe video too of well, just about everything and no narrator, no opinions caste….up for us to decide with glass minimalism playing the entire time.

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      4. That’s such a great movie. I watched it for the first time in the late 90’s (yes, stoned). Love the soundtrack. And the movie really sums up our world…which is out of balance.

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  9. Your poems can have an interesting double-exposure effect. Reading “The desert-dry stars are aluminum fairy tales in pop-can verse” I envision a Coke can discarded in the desert, and that image is then superimposed on “both memories and gravity pull you in,” so I end up imagining the gravitational pull of a desert planet… Also, almost every time I picture stars I’m reminded of old-timey sheriff badges, Wild West badges, Wyatt Earp badges. Tin badges, tin cans, the sheriff tracking the gold dust robbers through the Mojave… These associations may be irrelevant to your intent, but I like a poem that stimulates associative thinking.

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    1. Thanks! I agree. I like poems that send one off on tangents and digressions. Especially since I don’t usually hold one trope in a poem. I guess I listened to too much rock music as a kid. I really like the Star Wars reference. Have you every seen the spoof Hardware Wars?

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