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         We live in the most probable of all possible worlds.
        Voltaire, paraphrased by Stephen Hawking

In an alternate universe you
caught the train         made the shot
married the girl
    told the boss
        shut your mouth         died

Every crossroad, every step,
        every decision you’ve ever made, every if, every or,
                every this, every that
                        every possibility you ever faced

like a bubble of rain bouncing off a windsheild
bang         you’ve created another universe

But don’t feel too proud of yourself
even a butterfly can create a universe

It all goes like this:

In Universe “B”         your mother and father never met
In Universe “C”         you are reading this poem in French
and in Universe “D”         this poem was never written.
While in Universe “M”                 it was written in binary numbers.
So it goes.

In Universe “N Prime” you are a mote of dust
caught in the sunlight coming through a bathroom window

                In Universe “Alpha 4” there is
                no need for bathrooms at all.

There is one alternate Universe where there is no universe.
The big bang was a dud
     and the only thing that exist is somehow
     the tune to “How much is that doggy in the window”

In that alternate Universe there is no alternate universe
There, you and I don’t exist in any form
and poems are never written.           Not one in 35 billion years.

        Frank Murphy

The Alt-Right Sings

When Trump says, "We'll get the bastards out."
We shout and shout.
When Trump says, "We'll build a wall down south."
We shout and shout.

Whenever he speaks it's bound to make the news
First he'll get the Muslims, and then he'll get the Jews,
                No doubt.
And so we shout, and shout

When Trump says,
        "Put me in command.
        I have a master plan."

It's grand. Tell the klan.They'll understand.

Those refugee's from Syria; they don't meet our criteria
Let's send them to Nigeria, or maybe to Siberia.

Trumps our Standard bearer. He'll keep out all the terror
He'll save us all from Isis,         and any other crisis
Woman and kids they scare ya        he just says, "I'll dare ya."

And that is why
we stump for Trump    we jump for Trump         
   we grind and wind    and bump    and hump for Trump

We're fine with Trump        online with Trump
We'd like to wine and          dine with Trump.

There's something quite divine with Trump
He's hard.    He's God.
Or maybe something purer.

Why he could be    our Fuhrer.

Frank Murphy __


The United States cracked open
the other day,           cracked, like an
           egg gone rotten

And out of the cracks burst
the ghost of an

Its diaphanous wings

It dazzled when it lived

yet never spiraled      high enough

But it flew
and it
could be

     in the way
     something deeply


can still be

Frank Murphy __

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