Young love

Never shall I

Be thrown into despair

By a network malfunction

Or honey bees buzzing in the air

I listened 

Motionless and still

Waving finger over screen

As if I had no will

Your texting mingles with the splendour

Of a youtube clip with a million hits

Your blue ray love stings my heart

A song ebbs and echoes in its chambers

Katty Perry, Dark Horse, hashatag, #never apart!

I cradle for a home with hot plums

Where a brash black crow

Eats a worm in front of Emily Dickenson

And then rows away in the sky

Today my emotions go toe to toe face-timing virtual foes

Face-timing until I'm faceless,

Over connected 

A  Teletubbie stuffed in the fast cycle of a dryer

With no wifi just whistling fi fi

And Spock who could forget the gifted Vulcan 

Tribulating with Tribbles

That purr to get stroked 

Spock ain't no dope

He never played with magic

Tribbles were hybrids 

Tribbles multiplied and got stoked

I got a trophy tweet 

From my homeboy wearing a straw hat

In the shadow of a pumpkin field

Says he’ll get me a chip and an app for my

Birthday all weighing less than a gram

And I should come as I am

I chuck my new trending 

Gaza Strip loafers

Into my River Island vintage bag

Knowing I can move faster in my sneaks

But at the door I pivot and spin

My battery is down

Down

Gotta recharge

Texting “Recharge”

My nail speeds over the keys

And it has the texture of a butterfly on it.

Wearing Leonardo da Vinci’s Hat

This weekend I went to the Santa Maria dell Grazie to see Da Vinci’s Last Supper.

What an amazing work: such colour, balance, all the characters seem to be joined and working together. On my train ride home, as I ate my garlic stuffed snails from my light green tupperware, I couldn’t help but think about their antennae, shells and longevity. So I wrote a poem about it.

When I measured the 

2.2006 microns that straddle

The peering tentacles of a Roman Snail

And multiply that distance by 100

You get the same distance between

2 horse ears

And upon further observation

The visual memory of a snail

In captivity or in jail

Could last a good 10 years or

The same as any Ecquus Caballus trotter.

Surely snails' snail view few mountaintops

Rather the paths it slimes over

with scoops of  home blend mucus
Are part of it visual highway of information

As I pulled an antennae delicately out from my teeth

It dawned on me how when I was 6 years old

A row of snails ran into a srteam where I used to play

Making olives bounce off the water 

And I saw the water swirl over their shells in

The same manner that 

Years later in Med school I witnessed 

Blood in the left ventricle valve of a giraffe

Swirl and gush before reaching the lungs.

(Lazzaro Spallanzani the father of Gastric Juice
and chemical digestion, also uncovered the mystery of
Skipping stones, in Italian,
Rimbalzello or in Chinese, frog jumps 
The record today by
Kurt Mountain Man stands at a jumpy 88 which 
exceeded my skipping olives by 22)

Fascinating how just like the heart valves,
The snails would not recede 
On their mucus bed they rule
even upside down albeit some drool

The Roman Snail that I am eating
Sails at 2.5 inches per minute
Yet a Red Hook Snail 
Trucks at 9.2 inches per minute
And though snails can hibernate
And live long 
A hermaphrodite Roman snail 
Surpasses the Red Hook by 3 decades!

In my simple train compartment
The mountain pass offered unexpected jiggles
With my special fork I pulled then

Placed my lips over its shell and
Sucked and aspirated the chewy mollusk
Its body arrived in my mouth at
80 feet per second
Meaning that if I or it or
We together in a car
Travelling at present
Would be flashed by radar at a speed 
Most objects would fly
I need now to calculate the quantity of 
Ooze that need be emitted to reach such

Prodigious speed.