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
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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?)



