Post-Finale Fragments

Before we were born
We did not mind not being alive
Why should we fear not being alive
After we are gone and have become
Unconscious Forever: No Conscience Evermore
Forever Evermore, as we become: 
Unborn all over again

Some wonder: How does one know?
Maybe we just forget
As Earth's turgid subduction 
Slowly churns us into being and back

And
Some say it's all transcendental:
Its presence is everywhere
I think I prefer my endless sleep 
To more flowers of further conceit.

Let me make you

You wanted this
So desired this
Now you find it's not the plan
You had in mind 
when first dreams
Stirred your precious fancy 

Try harder to enjoy each bite
The slowly suffered are of such taste
That drives most others away
We find you quite delicious:
Suffer and Simmer away

You must have forgotten that
 Titans dine on their children

Even when there are no words
They find a way ----
Like U.S.P.S. Tracking #'s'
They speak of your Package
And show you their maps
All is recorded for Digital ever
Don't mind the packages lost.
Yes, too, the telegram ----
Remember the telegram!
What happened to it's pasted words?
They found a different way
Less solid than printers' blocks
Or even my old fountain pens.

The digital reduction ---
It follows us everywhere
What digits shall I become?

Pray, Cherish, Pray.

Ethnics is born of aesthetics
Apprehension of Beauty and Truth
Generation of all mathematics
To finish the universe whole
Our aesthetic may be comprehended
Only in innocent light, so
That is what it means to me
To be leaning towards the light 

(Such is my version of:
Infinity in a grain of sand
Eternity in an hour.)

Politics thinks it shall rule
As Media scrambles to rule
But the Market really controls
The People as Market expose
Media and Politics’ pose 
Both losing what’s left of their clothes
Until we are all shocked to see
Agora, the Market as We
Recycles the very same thing.

Pull back the curtain
Pull back and behold
Culprit Agora give birth:
Progeny Politics
Progeny Media
Cycle that finds an end never
Till the terrible purge of war
Begins it all over again.

I look more like a snake
Than a human being
Perhaps a lizard
Watch these "arms"
Gnarled and stringy
So mottled dark with
Snake spots/lizard scars

My whole body 
Is a snake and
I cannot hide
My snake self
My scoliotic scroll

I want to be at peace
Like other creatures 
But I cannot succeed
I am still half snake
Created to coil
Created to hiss
Sounds of evil 
Thoughts of evil
Drag at my teeth 
My tongue darts faster than u 
Some find me hypnotic

Over and over
I desperately shed my skin
Destined to coil
Destined to dance
Destined to hiss

Would that I'd had higher thoughts
And could glide through 
The air tree to tree 
Would that I'd flown 
Like the Flying Bird Or
Even a Flying Bat

Danish Award Winner, Writer of Poetry

I tried to erase the lines I was seeing
Lines that appeared to be pencil
Lines in the book I was reading
(Books bought unseen
Purchased online
Might seem second hand
Maybe I'd bought a second hand book)

I tried to erase them 
These lines not mine
Lines that underlined
Lines by another (???)
Lines in a book pretending to be used
Lines in a book pretending to be me

I could not erase the will of the "pencil"
The markings remained unmoved 
Permanent as indelible ink
Permanent as my scornful dismay
That the author indulged in such printing

So I angrily wrote
My pen smashing the margin:
I tried to erase these lines 
Lines I did not make
I could not erase them
I am stuck with them
I am stuck with their
Big Bang to Entropy
The Nihilistic view of Existence
Go embrace your perfect 
Black sphere of hardness 
I'll roll mine right back 
Right back up the hill 
Thank you very much 
For your view of nothing
*******
Of course I did not 
Send these words
Recall not her full name
Why such disdain 
For "my people":
These Danes

Destroyed by her books
I ripped them both to death 
An act of vengeance 
That left me unbereft.

I believe in the greek gods
the myth of sisyphus
moby dick
dark matter
black holes
parallel universes 
ethics as aesthetics

Our Plaintiff
Complained
With 
Plangent 
Plaintive
Wails
Painfully echoing
Down the Plain
And
Plainly heard
By few or none at all.  

Verdict:
Place the plaintiff inside a pail
The plaintiff is looking very pale
And even a pail, a very large pail
Is better than being in  jail