Startled by Existence

Living in the “enth” dimension Or

Glorified. (2/02)

This somewhat peculiar poem was launched by the suggestion that there are multiple dimensions-- maybe hundreds -- beyond the three or four that we are somewhat able to grasp.

In the first dimension

ten trillion angels dance

on the head of a pin, that is itself

one of a ten-trillion pins

stuck in the eye

of a child that lied.

In the second “D”

two trillion devils with beautiful legs

try a can-can-dance.

Only problem:

Their eyes are stacked on their feet,

and they can’t lift their toes from the ground.

In the third “D”

I am tall enough to see

in 2-D,

but not quick enough

to see, anything at all.

In the fourth “D” everything is popping –

yanked apart with time,

and I find

that where before

Many things might occupy the very same location,

or that I could be

young and old at once,

I must now experience my life in this rigid sequence

And I can no longer drive my car into walls

and have it not matter.

In the 5th Dimension

everyone is singing in the 60’s.

In the 6th D

I am able to hear notes that exist in time like a dot

but have them appear in my head

as if the past were true and still here.

In the 6.2 Dimension

the little silk worms that dangle in my headlights

as I drive down our drive by dawn

grow up and convict me

of worm slaughter.

In the seventh “D”

The devil is a liar and a jerk,

He jerks my chain with

wanton ads of wanton women that I want

to exist in my eyes without

the little censor bars or blur spots,

and I wonder why I am so stupid

that I can not seem to click off a laundry-matt TV.

I know that know one will be angry (no one else was there.)

I know that Howard Stern is a maggot

I know, that even though I could not see

any little cameras, watching to see what I was watching

GOD was watching

I know that I am called

to hunger better,

after righteousness.

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In the love Dimension

Jesus is a bloody mess, stapled to a tree,

Before time.

In the 8th I find the blood of God

is like a living sea all filled with fish,

and I am a friend of corpuscles.

In the 9th D

Satan is a 2-D doll, flatter than a Stan.

Jesus wads him up and throws him in the fire.

In the “enth” Dimmension

my eyes and heart and His

are never far apart, and I look across the world

without shame.