New Poems from 2014 ("Impossibly Far Away")

Here is a rough stone I hewed from the slab of local reality
I copied bits into other poems and polished them for word choice.
The key word for this was fog and there was fog and thunder storms when I wrote this.
No cooper or tin in these lines Below
Just the bronze, mixed molten, the "old fashioned" way:



snapping and ice and slipping and  slicing through the mist, you,
All at once
You turn and twist


Floating on cold liquid water like
A frozen fog
But not  You hit like a heavy mossy trunk and shivered yourself unconcious.

Awakening icicles sway and curve
Against the bearded and opaque
Northeast wind

The moaning of clouds
Heavy and decending like
opinions from the Judges of the Sky

Then, Wooden tables and chairs
Illuminated by flicks
of afternoon lighteniing
over cold water corn bread

The knot of your accident
A faded memory of foggy
pain dull and deep in the mind.

The plenty sustains through sickness like cooper pennies at a time.

The patches and pennies of humidity you watch
Roll across the afternoon
and loiter there until moonlight

Dancing like the rain through
grape covered valleys in a very algorithmic, barometric, halographic, pattern recogniton
your visage morphs and unfolds changes in the glows of green aurora of of the forgotten time machine and the doorway to the Snake Aliens visit to South Am

Doing fields study in alternatives to  anthropology theories
From my off line laptop listenig to the frosty, fogcutting hornish melodies of Miles Davis called "All Blues."

At night: it designs deluxe light shows  and
In the mornings,
Sheets of it float above the warm updraft columns like throats of loons.
And they part the low shadows with the cold howls of four-legged nocturnal
Purveyors of the moon,

Vapors from above
Through the nose
Across the brain
Like pungent blue cheese

In the back of my mind
The perfumes of the night
Were caught in mid air between the back of my throat and a dancing happy uvula frozen like the ghost of a taste of blue cheese and rosemary on a farm fresh wheel

the green beans we cooked from the damp fields last night, tasted like asparagus this morning.  So lifted the trance of sleep and you hurried off to shopping malls and other urban maze-like jungles liberated by the slow coating of light ice
To see everything bow and turn white

The city paused and looked around, happily entangled in a no zero sum game One ship we sailing to run groundsomeday  on friendly shores impossibly far away and obscured.

And ( as a high school English teacher mighgt say) what is all this stuff about 9 dimentional space idea.  I think that is like the newest wild theory from our friends at CERN where the super collider is located.,  They seem to think that reality really has 9 dimensions rather than just 3 or 4 that we are aware of.  EVEN THOUGH THESE DIMENSIONS ARE ALL AROUND AND INSIDE US BETWEEN US AND NEITHER AT THE SAME TIME!  Sorry about the caps.

That really kinda makes me think like in the same way that I think when on a clear night I look upward and see millions of millions of galaxies and stars.  The dimensions we see there exhibit the extreemes of what our puny minds can even imagine.  And all that the ones who study it can about reality in an every day sense.  What does it have to do with me?  I ask to snap myself out of that navel gazing trance.  And there I see no similarities between  social sciences and sub atomic physics.  Yet both offer some glimpse into reality.  Somehow the definitions of subjective and objective break down due to scale.  The properties could blur into grey as we so often expect.  Particle or a wave?  waving or drowning? drowningly return to nature, naturally emerge from the dream, into another stylish delusion, deluded wake to flower scents and see yet more of creation

A spacewalk to put eyeglasses on the Hubble, we have satellites (plural here) orbiting Mars and rovers drilling holes in rocks by remote control on another planet in this solar system!  Will we ever ever be able to populate the entirety of existence before the fabric of time itself burns away and leaves behind the ashes cold and scattered abstracted out of existence.

Or will it be possibilty to exceed the limited universe as a final leap into the multiverse?  A shade of objective v subjective possibilities.  The grey of the abmbiguity and discover.  The spacecraft leaving the heilopause for the first time entering intergalactic space.  We are now the subatomic life in the pertidish of the solarsystem.  Wait on the dawn of what becomes of humanity beyond the earth.  After focus on spelling and modus tollens arguments about evolution.  Things seem much simpler now.

Quick Update from the Presnt 9 dimentional space idea

If only these posts could be read in reverse order.  Yes, I just read a year's worth of my posts -- all four of my published posts from 2013.  And I am tired tonight.  Its 31 degrees outside and I am at Henry's after eating tripe soup again with lots or "OraGano" and onlions and cilantro,   (I have lost my ability to spell well again since I have not been typoing this blog so much lately)

But today I bought new heath insurance from the nice insurance agent.  She was extremely helpful to both Eric and me.  I finalized my decision today after getting a paper from Louisiana Medicaid that I would not be eligible for their program.  So I am trying it this way for now and into the future, until we see what might work out.  Yes, I really hope Obamacare works in the long run.  Living in North LA I understand some serious reasons that things might not work out.  They are not all rational reasons: like the self fulfilling prophesy reason.  They say it wont work so it doesn't just because They say it wont.  Or worse yet because a Democrat group thought of Obamamcare, the Republican group just cant let them win.  It seems to me a lot of us vs them thinking.  Or the thing might just go bankrupt.  But then I don't really buy that a health care system can alone bankrupt its own people.  That seems ridiculous too.  Or it least it should be mathematically ridiculous to think about  Statistically or some such.  We may be a sicker nation than some may realize.  Or we may need to price things more compassionately and work on accepting the idea no one lives forever.  Americans seem to have an existential crisis at every sneeze.

But me, I have continued to work at my minimum wage job and found that I have accomplished several things so far:  I joined a money management program to alleviate my debt issues in four years time.  I have increased spending on groceries and decreased spending on dining out.  I have increased the time I spend focused on positive thoughts  I have helped to maximize profits at the job by using marketing strategies I have analyzed my budget using common business practices and accounting procedures.  I have endeavored to improve my memory, get more rest and decide how I feel about current even issues in light of there bearing on the future of this great nation.  I have to say after a year 2013 of contemplation I can still say optomistic things about the future of this country and my own modest future as well.  As long as the devils of hatred and slavery and elitism egotism and greed don't rise up and bite us anywhere it would be difficult to fend of their dastardly attack.  I have become involved with a poetry group again also and that is fun to meet with others who write for fun and entertainment.  I make that meeting every other week and we sit at an internet-less pizza place and eat salty cheesey and tomatoey bread and drink no beers but instead sip on soda.  I am thinking about getting the veniue changed to the Naked Bean coffee shop where there is still no beer but atleast there is the internet.  Naked Bean --  what a funny name for a coffee shop.