The natives are restless
They’re storming the gates
The jury is back:
All wretched ingrates!
The votes have been cast,
The dice have been thrown.
The calculus broken,
They’re starting to moan.
Incredulous, wakening,
They realize they’re slaves
Not to their own brilliance
But each other’s faves.
The rising and falling:
They share the same lot.
All in this together,
Declaring what’s hot.
That Heisenberg dude,
Man, he’s such a jerk
The more he looks closely
The less things just work.
It should be organic
Cream floats to the top
But so does Jan’s poo
When the toilet is stopped.
Encourage each other;
I don’t mind critique.
Thank God we’re all different,
Our perspectives unique.
I love to tell stories,
And talk about God,
Juxtapose, be ironic,
And be generally odd.
I find I’m quite dense
On the things that you write;
No worries, my C-PAP
Keeps me up at night.
But I’d best tie this off
As fast as I can
Or it’s tl;dr
From a cranky old man!
Wooden half-desk folded down into place
Textbook open, pencil poised
Einstein poster on the wall observing
Equations flying across the blackboard
Cumulonimbus clouds of chalk dust
Float across the classroom precipitating knowledge
I am an eager student with eyes fixed straight ahead
Teach me
Compare and contrast:
the Art of a sunset
the Astronomy of a total eclipse
the History of former warlords
the Architecture of new beginnings
the Geology of relationship tectonics
the Archaeology of buried dreams
the Poetry of first impressions
the Sociology of boy meets girl
the Physiology of a first kiss
the Calculus of two bodies in motion
I am an eager student at the Academy of You
Teach me
written 15 Jul 2021
They examined all the science that they possibly could
and gathered the smartest people the world had to offer.
They checked the calculus and geometrics of every single angle.
They reached deep into history and projected far into the future.
They left no doubt that everything was socially and politically correct.
Their educational due-diligence and pedagogy were absolutely spotless.
Utilizing the best grammar, there were no loopholes in any of their documents.
A new age had come, old techniques were extinct, and a treasure was vanishing.
The world of www had arrived, Mr. Dot Com was in charge, and AI was at the door. I felt intensely sadden when I saw their reckless regard for common sense. And I fainted when I discovered that their common sense had taken flight and
was rapidly disappearing like a San Francisco fog on a very sunny day.
022521FBPSCtest, "Vanishing" , Carolyn Devonshire; 3P
Negligible morsel of biomass
my fat belly, formerly abs
insignificant yet it occupies me
hourly while bored or hungry.
Fat is what? a picture
of despair, giving up caring
or man out of balance, other
side of the world's starving
mass, case of the soul's malnutrition
industrial agriculture, television
supermarkets, vacations, hydrocarbons
and the grid. Electricity, urban
traffic jams, photons at final
rest. Sugars synthesized, abundant
plastics to carry them home in.
Into your house and into your mirror.
Memorizing the periodic table
and learning the calculus makes one
no thinner. Walking the mountain
in heat and cold and rain, alone
or in fire crews should inhibit.
And a healthy fear of death. A laugh
a day at sex and pain and fate
which renews the biomass I hate.
Newton and Leibniz,
both creative geniuses,
birth the Calculus!
Lord I don’t know how to do all things
But I know that you will teach me
I am kind of apprehensive and nervous about it
Help me to be calm and let you ride me through
I usually get nervous of the unknown
But you always show that I can master it
Just like the Calculus class Lord
I was nervous at the beginning
But you proved it
And I ended up with an A
So Lord
I will give to you all the unknowns
And let you walk me through them as you did
You always prove me wrong
So here it is God
Prove me again
Shaking loose
Tribulations
Unraveling tight layers
Of blood soaked mercurial dreams
Meeting the real dea
lEconomics unveiled
The energy of transforming
The calculus of must
World revolving in an hour glass
That traffic spinning mechanism
Foot locked focal blocked
From peripheral expanding
The way water runs its grooves
Still shaking loose
These needles of yesteryea
rTill dried leaves fall
Of their own volition
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