Schrödinger's Cat

Schrödinger's cat
Schrödinger's cat
How does he nibble his kibble in a box like that??

If we sneak a peek
things would be bleak
for poor Schrödinger's cat.

Does he meow or yowl
or chase his furry tail?
Does he have a litter box
in the box of Schrödinger's tale?

Does he nap? Does he purr?
Into a warm ball does he curl?
Does the sun rise
glittering in diamond eyes
of the captive cat?

The ASPCA should lock mean ol' Schrödinger away
for treatment cruel and inhumane.
But lucky for Schrödinger
and this is the stinger
the cat only lives in our brain.

So open your boxes
set your cats free
for a life in a box
is no way to be

devil across the sun

( s h u f f l e )

the reason rubes are so easy to hook is because they hope

they meet you more than halfway - they practically beg you to take them

( s h u f f l e )

if i didn't have such a refined sense of morals i would walk out of here

with half the world and the blessings of the sheep i slaughtered

( s h u f f l e )

but i see their eyes as i lay my cards down

and i remember as major and minor arcana twirl

( s h u f f l e )

the devil across my sun - blocking the world

bracketed on all sides by swords

( s h u f f l e )

i'm as big of a rube as they

more so

venus barely there

a pin prick in this oklahoma night
far away above
the black on blue on black
clouds congregating like crows
dark as my mind
a tiny bright respite
despite it all
venus barely there
but there
it is

hollow

the hollow
in the bed
you left
is cluttered
with dimestore mysteries
paper strumpets
and yesterday's dish

with a glacier's spontaneity
i've crept
to the middle
like a tectonic plate
i slide

i wake
at dawn
cock up
in the middle

to be

your unbuttoned button

the curl of your toes

the feather on your lips

the nuzzle on your neck

the whisper in your ear

the pull of your hair

the curious tongue

the impetous caress

the breath on your belly

the sigh in your sanctuary

your moan in the moonlight

your rising tide

the deep blue embrace

the river in your temple

your exploding sun

your shudder at midnight

to be

code 13

my muse
has eyes of jade & bronze
raven hair with crimson steel
she is a deep thrumming vibration
to which i'm undeniably drawn

if you saw her, you would understand
how much of her is behind the scenes

if you saw her you would see
how much is all there
the little girl and
the amused goddess

my muse has a mind like a shark's fin
cutting easily through this deep blue
a hint of the man-eating grin beneath

if you saw her you would ski
upon the pale cream of her skin
and happily count the freckles
she tries to hide

her heart is a waltz of shadows
and dappling light
but beyond these words
she is the woman
that drives me to infinite distraction

near

it is a delicate torture
to be near her
unable to touch
or to whisper
words unwinding
(from my clockwork heart)
into the pearl of her ear

her eyes
melt me
everytime

i've never known
hunger before
before i fell
into this delirium
now i hunger
for her touch
her taste
a glance
suspends my heart
in her particular universe

a thousand suns burn
in the light
of her eyes

i burn too
a smoldering cinder
standing here
near her

9/5/08