TAIKO BUZZ©
CAPRICCIO
one and one is two
one and zero is one
what is missing here?
how can nothing dock with something?
should not nothing have an equal chance with something?
it is discrimination
why not conclude that one and zero is zero?
after all, what is something?
atoms, quarks, quantum anomalies, blah de blah
is not something actually nothing?
I protest
one and one is actually nothing
QED
Ph.D.
knowledge?
well, is it not an accumulation of somethings?
on the other hand
while the square root of negative one is permitted
here, for the relief of logical refugees
is the forbidden fruit:
not
what is not
is
SOJOURNER TRUTH
how is it that reality seems like a foreign country
people walk the streets and stab fingers in the air
conversations with invisible beings
wearing black pads over their ears
clutching small bright screens
is saying hello a crime?
it begs the question:
reality?
suppose a kindly greeting interdicts
resulting in a harm of omission
who is liable?
on what grounds?
or is reality not what it seems?
sleep walkers are certain of theirs
on the other hand it's delectable
let's consider dreams, which
as they're playing
are unquestionably real
except for a few lucid dreamers who know the facts
which in themselves are subject to interpretation
but yes, dreams are really real, until morning comes
on the other foot who can prove morning rules?
night follows day
the black pads are their own argument
or hallucinations, which by legal definition are unreal
except now dope is legal
booze is legal
meditation is legal
legality is an alternate universe with many prisons
mathematics has to be real
most hands or feet have five appendages
which add to ten or twenty
depending
mathematics says there is a square root of negative one
and it goes on
multiply two negative numbers and the result is positive
except in that square root called “the imaginary”
go figure!
reality is the logic of space
except for quantum physics
reality is the arrow of time
except for those who have a precognitive vision that “later” happens
reality is death
except for those who “later” encounter previous lives
reality is I am sleepy
the sojourn continues
HISTORY
we are guardians of history
involuntary as it were
written in genes that precede memories
what was good enough before –
must it change?
depends on who's in charge, who the owners are
and this who?
let's delve down into those genes
remember when they didn't exist?
when they were discovered
microbes expanded wonderfully
genes are atoms in a helix structure
atoms have sub-particles, quarks, strings
now let's look into the debates of astrophysicists
which ripple out into interference patterns
residual microwaves, black holes
can anyone not be part of the universe?
be somewhere else than here?
so now we know where to look
history?
watch it disappear
FREEDOM TRAIN
scarecrow scaffold at dawn's pallid light
an orphaned shopping cart
plastic plunder
bags tightly zipped with laughter
precipitating wildflower seeds
vagrant kid shoves the cart
towards a church across the street
where it is struck by a Sunday driver
and god escapes the crash
and there is lightning and golf ball hail
and a tornado
while inside the church the congregation sings
We Shall Overcome
and god came limping back
but things were never quite the same
until the wildflowers bloomed
and a wedding which had been postponed due to lack of rain
and then the scaffold finally collapsed
which of course
is when the laughter escaped
TRANSFORMATION
a few green sea monsters were once enough
with small red eyes
until Hal, with just one
white roses in the yard
can sense the Change
a fabric of imagination that defies
perhaps an astrological conjunction
both cats after scrapping
now napping peacefully on the bed
or perhaps the weather forecast
predicting a sudden drop in temperature
the town hall clock has partnered
with the recycle center
consternation of Democrats
or Republicans
or IBM
but the rhythm is not much different
what does an undulant sway of sea weeds owe
to minds that perceive it?
well certainly the universe is not static
the Change echoes brothers and sisters
and undiscovered things
neighbors, weird religions, people pushing shopping carts
singing of peanut butter and dumpsters
to be mined for plastic nickles
redeemed at the partitioned clock
before it forgets where it was in a previous life
beating Taiko drums
BLACK BEE
for those who see beyond lotto
not only is the game rigged
but what a way
how appropriate
for funding education
at Trader Joe's
small kids push pint sized carts
fashioned by invisible hands
on Santa's work farm
but no need
to take this further
jump off the bus
join the big black bee and me
how can Homo sapiens be friends with a bee?
in the morning, on plant appreciation tour
big bee appears
bumping and bumbling, rushing
to get in on the photo of a passion flower
in the evening, back from a customer appreciation tour
big bee bumbles into the bed of the truck
investigating definitely unflowery places
how can anyone not like a big black bee?
