PETER PAYACK, Conceptual Anarchist, Science Fiction Poet, Sky Artist, Inventor of The Stonehenge Watch

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Here I am posting spankin' new poems. I write evey day so I have hundreds of new poems to choose from.

(up-dated 01.23.2026) 

 

 

 SCIENCE SKEPTICS

should ditch their cell phones.

A computer in your hand

is the epitome of science today.

At your fingertips

you have all the world's knowledge

and nonsense

 

 

ANTI-DARWINISM

Survival of the Nitwittiest 

 

 

TO THE WITCH

I told her

she was

the most intelligent 

creature on the planet.

 

Well,

except maybe for some dolphins.

   

She laughed

as she launched

herself into the air

squealing with such delight.

 

 

SURFING AT NIGHT

 

 

I had a dream 

in which I’m floating 

in the 2-billion-year-old ocean

on a bed of blue-green algae.

 

There was algae as far as I could see,

and I heard a voice say:

 

“The difference 

between living and dying,  

being and non-being,

is just where you catch the wave.”

 

I covered my head 

with my blanket 

and rode the wave back to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE EVOLUTIONARY RACE

  

I run the beach

six miles in two hours,

pathetically slow,

but not bad for a 67-year-old guy

with two knee replacements.

 

Then I pass a horseshoe crab

that has gone almost nowhere

in roughly half a billion years 

 

 

THAR SHE BLOWS

-A Cautionary Tale

 

You do not have

to try to

change the world.

 

A wayward comet

will do it for you.

 

 

 

  

THE LIBRARIAN'S LAMENT

You can't google everything! 

 

 

 HUMANS DEVELOP SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS

 

The first conscious thought

45,000 years ago:

“That boy has a penis.”

 

First self-conscious thought

45,000 years ago:

“Wow, my penis is bigger then his!”

 

 

FLESH VS FRUIT

 

I go to the Fogg Art Museum

And on the wall is a painting by Renoir

Of a half naked fleshy woman

About to take a bath

 

Right next to this picture

Is one by Cezanne

Of a bowl of fruit that the critic proclaims,

On an accompanying plague

“was like a human figure twisting and turning.” 

 

I don't know,

Maybe it's just me,

But I'll always choose the half naked woman

with the entrancing smile

over a god damned bowl of

half rotted fruit.

 

I never did fancy myself

As an art critic,

anyway

 

THE CLASSIC EXCUSE

 

I didn’t mean this

I meant that

 

 

TWO CHICKENS

 

After the grandkids and the kids

open all their presents

for Christmas 2016,

and the living room is

cluttered with wrappings, toys,

gadgets and new clothes,

I quietly give Monica her main present,

a card for “two chickens”

which she opens unnoticed

among the Christmas chaos,

and quietly put it away.

 

The next day she says,

“After 45 years

you finally know me

and you give me a present I can really appreciate.”

 

“I hate our materialist culture

that is so driven by the need to buy, buy, buy,”

she continues.

 

“I like the idea of

helping a family in Central America

who will receive  “two chickens”

that hopefully one day will

multiply into a sustainable family farm.

 

“So thank you

for the one meaningful gift this year.”

 

And then she added,

 

“and thanks for the new IPhone 7.”

 

 

STARING OFF INTO SPACE

 

It might look like

I was just sitting here

vacantly staring off into space

 

But actually

I journeyed through

the vastness of the cosmos

past the Solar System,

through our galaxy and beyond,

encountering black holes, quasars, nebulae,

even tangling with dark energy, dark matter

and other unseen (and unforeseen) forces

eventually travelling

to the ultimate end of the universe

and back.

 

What were you doing?

 

 

THE AUTODICK 

 

After a four hour

nine inning Red Sox loss

on the way out of the park

I called Roland

 

an "Autodick."

 

I meant this as a compliment. 

 

Obviously the wrong word

but the best I could do

at midnight.

 

On the ride home

Roland,

my friend, the Autodick,

and Peter Paul , my son,

laughed, knowing

I was attempting to draw

something complimentary

from my background in the Classics.

 

When I got home,

I realized the word

I was looking for was

 

Autodidact

 

Which is a more lofty

And complimentary way

of saying, 

"Self taught"

 

My humble apologies!

 

 

But then I must say,

 

“Autodick”

 

has a somewhat more 

guttural sound 

 

and possibly might be

more appealing 

and appropriate,

in certain situations.

 

 

 

 

 THE SHAKSPEAROSAUROUS



Love Poem
found inscribed
in fossilized iridium-laced mud
by a hitherto unknown
sentient dinosaur,
the Shakspearosaurous:

   “Oh, you svelte Beauty
   of twelve tons,
   my lust for you
   is molten.

   I will love you,
   your crater strewn face
   and  moon sized eyes,
  ‘ til the stars themselves
   fall from the sky!”

Unfortunately,
for this starstruck
prehistoric lumbering bard
their budding relationship
came to a cataclysmic end

when a giant asteroid
crashed into the earth.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
ZEN LESSON
Number 2



Yves tells me
he is bringing
my  new book
of Zen sayings
with him
to the can.

I stare at him
in stunned silence.

If there
is a Zen lesson
somewhere in that

I really
don't want to go
there

 
 
 
 
1000 ANGELS
REVISITED


In the Middle Ages
the Scholastic Philosophers
argued hair-splitting points
which today are deemed,
rather silly and pointless,

like how many
angels could stand
on the head of a pin.

Today,
some scientists
believe that
all the matter of
the yet to be born universe
was encapsulated
in a space
less then the size
of an atomic particle

Where the temperature
was over 1500 billion degrees
and conditions extremely chaotic.

And I think,
how many angels
could stand inside
an atomic particle
withstanding temperatures
in excess Billions of degrees
in extremely chaotic conditions?

Where is St. Thomas Aquinas
when we really need him?

 
 
 
 
 
 BLOWING IN THE WIND, part two


I like the idea
of a Buddhist prayer flag

where the vibrations of the wind
blow goodwill and compassion
into the world

while I just sit on my fat ass.

 
 
 
 
 
 
THE BEAUTY QUESTION



They say,
"Beauty is only skin deep."

But then,
who is really interested
in tendons and ligaments,
anyway.
 
 
 
 
 
 
THE ELOQUENCE OF CICERO
-UPDATED-


The mark of an educated person,
from the Renaissance onward

Was to write clear and eloquent
letters
like Cicero
the Roman orator and prose stylist.

OMG!
I don’t have time
to write emails
let alone letters.

WTF!
I’ll just text message
like Cicero.
 
 

THE SEARCH FOR REALITY,    
UP-DATED (2009)
 
Socrates,
that ancient Athenian gadfly,
who today
might have been put on Ritalin
for all we know,
was the first to ask
the fundamental questions
of philosophy
which became the bedrock
of western civilization:

What is truth?
Can virtue be taught?
What is the ultimate nature of reality?

Today,
the postmodern heirs to Socrates
carry on this self-reflective quest
although the questions
have somewhat transmuted:
   
How much does that cost?
What channel is it on?
Are those fake or real?

 
 
 
 
THE INFINITY OF DIVINITY



If there is
an infinite number of universes

as contemporary
cosmology holds

then there must be
an infinite number of gods.

It would be
greedy for one god
to reign over
more than a single universe.

And greed is one
of the seven deadly sins.

No offense intended:
This is just the opinion
of a one-puny-planet poet.

I certainly don't need
the wrath of millions of billions
of Gods on my head.

So, for Christ's
(Buddah's, Isis', Apollo's, Shiva's,
Zoroaster's, Aphrodite's, Allah's,
Sheela na Gig's, Gaia's, Thor's,
Hera's, YHWH's,Tzazolteotl's, Jove's
Dionysus', Talapas and God's)
sake,
back off!

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