LIONHEART Oh Mars Oh Venus saw Richard F surfing bonkers bongo through the quantum foam at CALTECH there is a box inside which is a box containing a cat being thought experimented by Erwin Schrodinger but Niels Bohr proclaims the only language of the atom to be poetry whilst which Richard handles every marauding Pacific great white with aplomb conjuring up the body of Aphrodite as subatomic delight (being born under Taurus, her love sign) and this this mess my pen itself insists I write down to every point of gravity every unique quark
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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
FINE MAN
FINE MAN
when you deliver
on the subject
pretty soon find myself
delving down into subtext
subatomic
constructing the code
that lets me
read between the lines
need to do this
because regardless of
anomaly, overlooking
essential paradox
need to
emerge from
this astute
I want to be
a better man
not just an atom better
no, indeed, a fine man,
a
better
man by far
like Richard, without
his love
of lovers,
one who can
call the tune, fix
the rhythm of the Universe
tapping his bongos, sometimes
covering the page with
astounding hieroglyphs
prattling away
finding his way
into the
heart of
the labyrinth
source of the problem
pattern suddenly grasped, and
gist of everything
want to see
how it all interfaces
where
the imagination?
look at this diagram
carved into his desk, by
our
science
shaman
now
visualized in tiles
on the Cal-Tec floor
poems 2 die for 