Variable Poems – CM Keehl
June 21, 2018
WHAT’S SO EMPTY IN AN EMPTY SET
today is the day & you are not it
a tiger in a wolf suit
a wolf in a human
an alien underneath everything finally peeled away
all ways the always you’ve been waiting
is it what you came for
a yawn full of water
the last noise you register: construction
sitting in an arm chair waiting for death
no, no
all this blood under talons
itch the self back into
hacking reality
an empty set is still something
holding all the nothing to exist.
A SHORT LIVED TRANSFORMATION
higgs boson observed discovering is discovery
live wire lick fire from physicists
from years I manifest a forest of hypotheses
hypothetical ways I break down
process what pine was mine what forest
was waiting possibility in the dark
you see there was a door but I didn’t dare not disturb
every surface is event horizon
imaginary separation matter & meaning
no point no return
Ψ
A SHORT LIVED TRANSFORMATION
even if what’s seeking you isn’t hidden
variables what could be
what could be not
places I find my dad’s blood
when he’s too drunk to remember
it’s crying to survival mode
waving goodbye
a function collapsed
when observed
Ψ
A SHORT TRANSFORMATION
hilbert’s space complete anything
is impossible entscheidungsproblem got 99 problems
& notions are not effectively calculable please
don’t get all lambda calculus on me
limitations of understanding don’t go beyond amount how
many breakfast sandwiches I won’t eat to be in control
Ψ
A SHORT LIVED TRANSFORMATION
computability I am incompatible unless facetiming the internet
I’m king equivalent with beta reduction unable to go beyond
can you believe?
natural numbers I am neighbor to proxima b
4.23 light years away & I still so arbitrary
but did my uncle’s suicide have a point
unknown to me
I am quanta questioning what’s orbiting at center
I am standing on the deck where he died
Ψ
DEPARTING SENSORY
maybe it is all a dream & the enhancements are enactments upon which I am acting out
when the senses I sense a stimulating spectacle & there needs
a spectator speculating said circumstance
there I go again circling about need
when with what the context is, well,
here I am opposed to anywhere else
& if I am entangled? then I’m all tangled up
a snake in place of your intestines
veins, vines winds through
a seed, planted, placed
all parts interconnected
all parts interconnected
all parts
connect
here.
G 0 1 D E N H 0 U R
with purple skies I kicking, spit with orange
sparkle mouth unfolding infinity into every direction
can you believe the comfy level of this awkward position?!
I am speaking not of fatherly love if you know I’m not not king
but still a little wimp goes a long way
but then the long way down tries to show up
the gravity of setting sun. oh! the memories of memory
I’m just asking please hold my poles out tender
I want to quick release knot my hammock
for all the grand finales I have left.
ALIVE FORM NOW
library parking lot break. a new system but same old tasks. the force that keeps me coming back is? rain on a hot sunny day & every confusion. the job I could perform goes like this. or this. or none of the above. including not limited to. fear. the excitement. the thunderstorm turned tornado turned I am always turning. distance I will break my back to spread across. every last rib. a snap off into the old light reflectatrium. every colour felt like teeth. all speak with nothing to say. all words with no lips to march up the case. I heard once that imagination is a plane of real relief. like real. it’s all so real. the shock of cold wet on skin. I am here. I am here. here I am my own belief.
HOC EST CORPUS
Want to dream most perfect utopia but I am with out. Scientific language. Or legs. Mis pronounc- ed it. Joke that gets laid to the ground always a little late. I was getting up once upon a time Time was a resource- able source. Where god dimension laughing I’m flora & fauna I’m sprouting a black hole baby less
gut. Pronounce it biology. Birthing. Being of & being of course cosmos Cosmic. Consciously seeking. A kind of cinematic cranium circumference myself a circle shape Ohh. I was bored. Into create. I was born into this creation a creature. I create
I mean don’t you know what I mean. The crude question marking shape into body. Theoretical & parenthetical. I am parent. In myself. Apparent presenting to selfie speaking mantras in the mirror. To get lost in to get lost in. To get in what my mouth cannot make but my body keeps on trying to snake
within. Easy. A line to follow. Speaking particle into point
how this poem suddenly turned snake all along
My twin. Bore binary into wise.
Bleeding tail another try. I’ve been slithering all along.
is it art if we call this new love modern?
standing in front of a pollock & maybe it’s too warm or maybe i’m sick
so much to say and yet / a cove / there is / a great wall i cannot conform to / sound / what i should become / i don’t know / i don’t / know / if this process is worth / partaking / parlaying/ parking the car underneath earth / for 50 dollars / we stare at art / expression being / a little stoned / a lot in love / & what good ever came / of that feeling?