something under the bed

something
was keeping me up last nite --
it wasnt my heart
because things like that dont happen
but there was a soft clicking thumping noise
that seemed to be coming from below
it could have been the bed springs
but it was too steady
i heard it every time i closed my eyes
but every time i opened them
it was gone, perhaps
by the straw that broke the camel's back
of one extra sensation too many --
a noise so quiet
to be rubbed out by the faintest bit of sight.
it could have been from the apartment below
but i dont think so --
it felt close and tight
i'm trained to think about these things, to think about
whats going on in my head when i hear sounds
or voices
or other things
and the only thing that i can imagine
this had to do with
is my heart
but then again,
things like that dont really happen --
only in books --
so i'll have to make sure
i write it down

boy nation (for Jhone)

we look in from the outside we look in through glass windows shaded frosted we look in builders of bridges makers of music makers of buildings and houses sometimes we build houses with girls we like that but it isn't often we make things fix things play a tune sculpt a vision from clay we are this boy nation we love you we love each other we forgive and forget we forge and forge ahead we protect and serve with girls and sometimes we do not understand you we find you lack logic you don't you rely too much on emotion

emotion doesn't get a bridge built but it will save a child from a burning building intersect where do we meet in this fight this impasse toward equality emotion gets a bridge built you just told me because i get you from here to there

we do live on love you say without love i would not put a nail to a piece of wood to house you to comfort you not a brick to a fireplace to warm you would not chop wood without love sometimes self love when you are not here you can build your own house please do it for me

without love i would not sew a costume for the play i would not attend the opera with you though i hate it without love i would not even sleep with you because you do not want me

love intersects

healing melding who are you

i am a girl with a boy's heart

i would rather hang with a thousand boys and a tailgate full of beer than not except when i see the exquisite beauty of that delicate necklace you made for me

Mirror, Mirror

I am a stunningly beautiful woman. I am six feet tall, I have natural dark red hair with a blonde streak strategically placed, a perfect complexion, big eyes, long, thick eyelashes that curl up perfectly, high cheekbones, luscious lips, dimples when I smile and a delightful chin. People notice and comment on my beauty every day since I was a stunningly beautiful baby. I do not need a mirror to reconfirm it, but I do get a kick out the vintage mirror I purchased at an estate sale. It always answers me like the Queen in Snow White’s did. Yes, it tells me that I am the Fairest in the Land. I carry it in my purse in case I have a bad day.  I promise you I am not an ego-maniac or narcissist, it is simply the truth, anyone will tell you and the mirror does not lie.

            My friend Paul wants to take me to a gay bar, he says they have these wonderful shows where men dress up like women. He thinks I will enjoy it and that they will love looking at me the way he does. He says I am a Drag Queen’s dream. Whatever that means. I told him I would go if we could do it tonight. So, now I am dressing up for this show and am inspired to dress in the sexiest outfit I have. If I am going to be a Drag Queen’s dream, I want to look and act the part. Leather bustier with my boobs pushed as up and out as far as possible topped by a sexy vest worn open in the front. Makeup applied perfectly with big green eyes and red lips. My weave accented hair hanging down to my waist in billowy waves. My leather skirt so tight my perfect ass looks magnificent. The black fishnet stockings add just the right touch and the strappy spike heels lift it all up and show me off for the stunning beauty that I am. Eat your heart out Drag Queens.

            I am stunned at how these men actually look like real women. They have no evidence of a stubble on their faces and no sign of their penis under very tight -tights and skirts as tight as mine. Their make-up is phenomenally perfect, their clothes are amazing and very sexy. It is hard for me to believe that a man can dance around in those spiked heels. I am having so much fun here, some are even singing in lovely womanly voices, although most are lip-syncing. The entertainment value gets an A++ from me. I can see why I would be a dream for them, they probably would all kill to have my looks.

            Now there is one coming out with a veil over her face. Suddenly, I hear a loud cracking explosion in my purse. The audience has erupted with cat calls and whistles as Miss Star Sapphire takes off her/his veil. OH MY GOD, I suddenly realize why my mirror, now just a pile of glass shards at the bottom of my purse has shattered. I am no longer the Fairest in the Land.

Uncle Albert And The Singing Exchange

Eskimo Helix

From my book for children about Physics: The Black Whole Or Will Booboo Brazil Find True Love In the Big City

Chapter Wondur

Robin thought a lot about the God particle. She sat on the bench in the park thinking about it, she thought about it in the shower, and she thought about it walking to the store.

She smiled to herself thinking, it is here. It's right here, and I can't see it! While we search for it, it is already searching us. Silently, it asked, what are you thinking? How do you behave? What do you want, what do you crave? She laughed a little, singing inside, "Where are you Higgs? Where are you, God particle?"

Nebula Helix, also known as The Eye of God

Before reaching the front door of the market, two women stopped Robin and asked her if she had any change. She looked into their eyes. Aliens! She wasn't quite sure, but she thought maybe planet Init or Sutura. Those creatures had everything. They were trying to help humans, but found we couldn't be trusted with their technology. We fight too much. On Init and Sutura, the aliens were happy. They didn't fight. They were too busy having fun.

The two women peered back at her from their human transformation that came to them upon entry to earth. They had dressed in shabby clothes, and they looked so lonely, so different. They said they were hungry.

"Change?" they asked again, "Do you have change?"

"Yes," she said a little nervously. "I have change."

She dug around in her bag and found some coins. She knew these aliens were testing her. Change. She handed them a few quarters, dimes, and nickels. What did they want to know? Robin tried to help people who were in need as she had been helped when she was in need. She hoped the aliens could see that humans were trying to improve. Trying to love their neighbors as themselves.

The womalians, who called themselves Mary and Laurie, smiled. They smiled and nodded their heads, handing her the change back again. Robin frowned, thinking she had failed the test. The aliens wouldn't want to help for sure after this. Sadly, she began walking toward the store again. She didn't know what she had done wrong.

"Don't you worry," Mary said with a quick clip in her voice. "Change is exchange. You know that! Think about it a little more, and we'll be back."

Robin did think about it. Change is exchange. Then she began to sing it, change is exchange! She danced it! Change is exchange! People stared at her in the market as she dared to skip through the store singing, change is exchange! She could almost feel that God particle bouncing around inside her. She felt so happy, she thought she might burst.

As she left the market, Robin saw Laurie and Mary walking down the street, and as she watched, they became balls of light. The spheres of light became smaller and smaller and they were gone.

When she returned home, walking quietly all the way, so she wouldn't get in trouble from the mean people who didn't like singing and dancing, she found a note on her kitchen table.

It read:

E=MC2

Love, Uncle Albert

While we watch them, they watch us! Photo from The Helix, whom very generously posed for this photo op.

Uncle Albert, private collection, The Internets

reading: that cat

children's rhymse ii

that cat she wanted to go for a sail

to feel the crisp wind

to spin a great tale

and so she stitched

bits of leaf with her whiskers

and bound many sticks

with the help of her sisters

'til her craft was done:

cat-sized, quite small,

but sturdy, and tipsy,

then steady in squalls.

ii: the Whale

and so when the cat

was well out from land

she saw a fine beach

green trees

golden sand

so beaching her boat

she stepped on the shore:

and of cat, boat, and island

nowt was heard more.

iii: Riches: The Return:

'til later

much later

after spit-up and gale

our cat washed ashore

all glued up

and blue.

But when her five sisters

undid all her wrack

they found 'twas ambergris

and now they're quite rich.

Meow.

2009 Peter Greene.

michael and the electric koolaid acid test

unto us a child is born every 4.2 seconds a baby is daunted pushed into this world and they suffer remember coming here i think of the color of koolaid and people die drinking it all sweet sips over the cliffs popular culture is like that sad most children born today and today and today every 4.2 seconds will follow few will lead strong enslave the weak take directions think i'll slip over to archangel michael's and put my hands in the golden light of his color into reds dip into rusty blues and nightshades what's behind that moon slide my finger across the brushes put them on my tongue drip down my chin weep an exotic dream of otherness

If

If love is a vast sea

Can it be nirvana

As it is oblivion

Noisy as it is silence

Calm, harmonious as it

Softly brushes the beach

Stormy, tumultuous as it

Angrily smashes the rocks

Pulled by the moon

To ebb 

Tricked by the sun

To neap

Yet every day

High and low tides

Bring magic

To our landlocked lives

Hidden behind

The smiles 

We try to suppress

As we feel the joy

Of those so brave

They dare to ride 

In the tube

Of love’s giant waves.