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The world is created
on poetic principles
on an artistic impulse
and we attempt to grasp it
with micrometers and spectrometers
it is a world of dew drops
on spun silk spider webs
silver cloud banks and
magenta sunset panoramas
which we overlay with
blood-red borders
and colorless freeways
which we undercut with
sewer lines and subways
the Grand Spectacular
whirls above us
night after night
a woman whose
soft midnight beauty
is only felt or seen
held or beheld
on weekends and holidays
let us take every day off
and work only on
weekends and holidays
let us measure our lives not in
dollars, possessions, positions
but in deep breaths of first-morning air
in glances over the far curvature of the horizon
in perfect stillnesses
let us be paid
for not doing
and see what happens
(C) 2001 James Bolt
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NIGHT BLOOM
black vines
fan out
over her
wide shoulders
wide shoulders taper
endlessly
down to an
aquiline waist
aquiline waist rooted
in powerful flared hips
languorous in hot summer
she brims erotic
naked blooms flower
jasmine perfumes the night
sticky nectar seed
wells up in plants
wells up in me
seed pods explode
in profusion
over dark rich soil
into her deep soft chamber
the seasons pull us together
obsess us to merge
pour into each other
mix primordial
we glisten in morning light
filled with each other's
potent urgencies
used for Nature's purposes
as Nature alone conceived us
(C) 2001 James Bolt
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TRANSHUMAN
I am... the human experiment
I have enveloped myself
in the scientific method
My veins are test-tubes
My mouth is a flask
My eyes are sensors
My sex is a reactor
My heart is a cyclotron
Send your chemicals
down my condensers
Try different field voltages on me
New programs
I need my paradigm fix
De-program me from the
Cultural Trance
But they say
Some reactions are non-reversible
Prigogine says
you can never go home
Einstein says
it's a fix
Tesla says
it's out on the edges
Heisenberg says
you never know
Blake says
an image is a
self-organizing principle
Van Gogh is a
Dancing Wu-Li Master
Morrison says
it's on the other side
Monroe says
it's all in your
peripheral vision
I'm on the laboratory table
And I am the man
in the white coat
Cautiously, patiently, delicately
Measuring my own changes, states, conditions
I am the results
My lifestyle is the theory
My body is the thesis
I am a greenhouse of
Carefully controlled parameters
Humidity, alkalinity,
light intensity
I'm a hybrid
Genetically recombined
My genes were shuffled
Again and again
And they're still shuffling
My theoretical construct's been
Deconstructed
My cells have been dedifferentiated
I'm ready for anything
I AM THE TRANSHUMAN
It's all arbitrary
from where I see it
(C) 1995 James Bolt
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DIAMONDS
Out of ruins
Out of the dust and silt
of ages
Out of broken bits
and cinders
and ashes
In the force of
artless, simple
matter colliding
there is Gold
Out of ruins
Out of the dust and silt
of ages
Out of broken bits
and cinders
and ashes
In the force of
artless, simple
souls colliding
there is Love
Love, glittering like gold
A gold frame
around the picture
we are painting
each day
another stroke
of our brush
each caress
a bit of shading
each gift
a dash of
primary color
each forgiving
the shaping
of new forms
She's far from perfect
(no further than I)
She uses only a fraction of her potential
(no lesser a fraction than I)
She makes only a portion of the money she could
(no lesser a portion than I)
But she pours on the love
in hugs
moans
deep leopard purrs
favors
and thinking up
better approaches to
my business
My business
becomes
her business
we got business
Pours on the love
stays up with me
during my midnight
sandwich
Sleeps in my lumpy
fold out bed
sleeps like the best blanket
in the world
wrapped around and around me
As though something buried in me
like platinum buried in earth
is lovable enough
to be melted onto
clasped so tightly
In the crush
of earth
dark, soiled graphite
becomes immortal,
indestructible diamond
And in the crush
of our passionate
acceptance of each other
diamonds
no less inviolable
have been made
And I will keep them
ever crushed in my fist.
(C) 1991 James Bolt
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THE SPARK
In that space between thoughts
In that place between connections
Edge to edge it jumps like fire
Cuts through space
in timelike spires
Neural flash ignites inspires
Glimpse of patterns
higher and finer
All of space is painted dark
And life bequeaths
A single
Spark
Singularity of infinite spin
Spaceless place
with the cosmos within
Matrix of eternal conception
Womb which harbors
God's gestation
Pounding heart's intense elation
All the universe in relation
Limitless fusion of unification
The light that spreads
across the dark
Is in our breath
Is in the
Spark
(C) 1995 James
