RICH

RICH I am waiting, searching for my perfect being but I fear she will be made of anti-matter altogether, too complementary and so in the face of an oppositional universe I turn to poetry, just vegetate scour for a physics that might suit md better, sweeter, finer truly orgiastic resonating like bongos played in bars and night clubs by some California genius spirit a figure so rich pushing the outside of the envelope with every squiggle of chalk smooth stroke of his pen

PHOTOELECTRIC

PHOTOELECTRIC

here I am
discover myself

awash in light
playing with
your photons

each so
beady-eyed

getting entangled
as I try for a mosaic

let there be
            care

                        how
this is done

suddenly your beauty
out
   of nowhere

shatter my faith in
                   all that is

abstract
     transcendental

saving me from
     consummation

of word
           deciding

on necessity
of flesh

REASON BEING

REASON BEING

this is the reason
why I am not a physicist

nothing more Newton
than being wired
to the lesson
stapled to
the desk

truth in the atom
and how it is chained

something other
out there
beyond classroom, playground
scrambling the shit out of me

something outside inside
tunneling between

whilst these vectors are
regular, could not
be more confident

iron balls on a slope what
have we missed
in fact?

will take a bit of
crazy
to find this realm
as poetry

very different, other world,
melting, reforming
shaping
reforming melting again, forever changing

only world we have

listening to Professor Rovelli
discoursing here so sweetly

chat to
my chotbot about all this

another
trick of consciousness

BROKEN

BROKEN

poetry is sublime
code

bought you a nut-
cracker best
to crack it

heard the thunder, saw
the lightning created
by yout exertions

thpught if this
             be the reaction
of what we call Nature
tag
   as the cosmos

and if sweet Lennon-
McCartney lyrics be
the end
   of civilization

what would the lightshow be
like
      in store for us
   
  if we were to collide the
exposed
    God particles of the cosmos
                           (beyond
hypothetically)

in order to create singularities
         deep underground?

TAKEN LIGHTLY

TAKEN LIGHTLY

e = mc Hammer

smack that anvil albert
till it gets red hot,
gives you a packaged beat

you can rattle off your
lyrics to

stuff ever ready like shirt
covered in his mother’s spaghetti

yes, mr em and m rabbit
I am talking to you

something light and street savvy
but pointed and existential

the chords in the scale
and the riff being the things

that might put in the mood
for a
    theory of everything

it all
    sewn together by
multi-dimensional string
     

RETURN

RETURN

come back Isaac
all is forgiven

don’t want no multiverse
no wave collapse
restore
my comfort zone

force and motion, quantum
probability tells
me you must return

reinstate the old classics
that were
so ball-bearing

sex that is
simple mechanics
no
this way
and that

love that cannot be
entanglement

is there in the calculus:
mass meets acceleration
(what better
golden ratio?)