[2am lullaby]

2am—eyes don’t fall
sheets of rain—the old man snores
never could love—nor hate—this moment
wishing for more—than—pelting rain
wishing for melted notes
2am—keys for words
too stoic—for this moment
no—color—no—soul—no—illusion
try to spell with things you hear
counting rain.dro.ps—on my window
fluid nocturnes—wishful—thinking—
something of a melody
lullaby—go. to. sleep.
hear the song—
eyes. keep. falling.
2am—mind is—still—

Tea Party at the End of the World

Come away o human child

To the water and the wiles

Where a dying star unfurled

A tea party at the end of the world

Where Alice and the Hatter

String up quantum threads of matter

The hands of time begin to spin

And teacups break to Dawkin's grin

Come away to a pre-cleaned cup

Where the probability drives up

And the delusion clings 

To a blind god's dreams

Before the star erupts

And the time never stops

But it's always six o'clock

The butter spreads the clockwork's threads

And backwards everything's read

Here the crumpets run on thyme

And the nonsense never rhymes

But never ask the Queen of Hearts

How many angels can dance on a quark?

I never think so I never speak

Of projections acute or oblique

But come and dance

With those who look askance

At my "theories of the world" critique