Four Poems from Brain in a vat
merely an artifact of the peculiar
for example, when one gets shot he yells out as if in
pain. in fact, he does not feel any
The Bat Argument
When the terrorists hang, your sun
will rise tomorrow.
When you embody
terrorism does said sun rise?
The casual stains of external
suspicions, an experience science.
All we have is science says.
Where is the organism aspect?
Proof = a contradiction to be
something it is like for.
Explosions in a firmament
ask if fireworks save anymore. Safety
is opposition of terror.
Or Safety as wind. As fear
ciphers a chime from
corollaries that lynch sunlight.
More isolated segments
Weather survives in arenas
as mate consolation grows
Perception bites the lip
off ray or cyclone osculation
To garden synthetic horizons for service
as partial self stencils other into airs
Withered or dried in defunct fan velocities
the arid spasms and oscillations pollute summer
syndrome or infant
crying and waterless, there is not a gap in nature, but
a void in our understanding. it might be argued by man
that the void is caused by some genuine.