poems about particles and/or waves


to the dumped me

someone quoted that a good love

is one with someone who thinks the sun shines

out of your ass.


well i think everyone is made of starstuff

(gay enough to want to be liked by every pretty girl)

but i have once or twice seen a body where light burst unbound

from every orifice

rays freed shone enough to bask in,

irradiation that made me high


& the sources so?

or thanks my wife saw it first, or sees it brighter

or i don't believe you and ran


hey me too,

i don't yet believe i (woodhued clayborne gangly thing)

speak anything but dioxide poison

prove me wrong i tell the wait

& listen for someone's awefilled gasp

at what cosmic timeless light i hold