physicists are almost certain the universe is not a hologram

i've borrowed your computer
since mine won't get the web
here in paradise.


the sun is rising
on the other side of the roof
the sea pales and begins
its hold on the sky.

to rise early and sleep
midmorn is a good way
to begin.  naps for everyone!







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physicists are almost certain
the universe is not a hologram.
it bears repeating.

almost.











that's prollly a good thing , not being
a hologram but i mean if five senses
are but a but a two dimensional projection
of a three dee existence to use as metaphor
the very space time fabric
then, as that holographic being,
i can not begin to fathom what kind
of sensors we must be using in the uprev
version of life.












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on the narrow pavement
that twists through the island
 the  dumpsters line up for mangling.

waves sigh and slough as metal
 grabs with screech and thump
a pterodactyl prowling.












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omg! so much pressure. listen. just write.
you are not dylan or roth and why would you ....




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and the pressure comes from where?
this idea of poet. as one who poetics
as if you can take the rainbow
and the garbage truck and interchange them
as if that's proper
go make some coffee, it takes
many many years to imprint a metaphor
into reality


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as the espresso maker begins
to steam you understand to the lighthouse
and what virginia meant when to do
when she wrote it. this sudden
comprehension took the gulf damp
twenty two seasons to seep in.

he is stirring, on the leather couch
which matches the lake of his eyes
and you are on his computer.
you could write on yours but his connects
to the internet. he has paid for the room
but you bought the food, and will cook it
and wash the dishes.  he abashedly says
that he will not be able to pay for the room
and take you out to dinner everynight.
the truth is he could not take you out even once
and you know it. you puzzle over
the desire in a man to take care of financial
things, you don't quite understand it since feminism
is your calling card. you short
circuited centuries of provider/dependent
in your tweens and have forgotten how the real
world lives. it's full of flies that buzz
your coffee cup, and boyfriends that wish
you would not write on their computer
now that they are awake.



also, lighters that go missing.
if you were a smart woman, you
would ask him to buy you an upgrade
when he makes more money.
he would like that.


































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so, the universe is not a hologram.
almost certainly. smoke inhaled
cyclones thru aveoli and out again,
depositing real carbon cloisonne
on brachea.

the teens are out at the pool
over at the condo next door.
half and half and sugar mellows
the coffee. out in the ocean the sharks
have most certainly already breakfasted.
it's time to snorkel, buzz the fish
on the reef and watch them fly away
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