rorschach nerves &
mercury veins -
i am no tragedy boy,
but i have self-decay
down to an art.
this tar tongue only starts
marlboro conversations &
i only start fires.
Change was what happened when the first biotic molecules were created from inanimate matter and electricity. Change was was what happened when Mary Shelley penned Frankenstein and his monster [who, like those protobionts, was created from matter and electricity.]
Change was what happened when the first modern man evolved, and was what happened when he [or perhaps she] discovered the use of fire. Change was what happened when people became civilized.
Change was what happened when we stopped hunting and began farming by the rivers, began building up rather than out, began forming communities rather than herds.
Change was what happened when ice crept over the planet, and when people learned to adapt. Change was what happened when the last mammoth, the last saber-tooth tiger, the last huge reptile moved for the last time.
Change was what happened when we marked our calendar into its days, its months, its seasons. Cha
"How complicated can it be?"
So he said, as together we stared at the problem of the moment. Our professor's minute, near-incomprehensible handwriting marched all over the whiteboard, numbers and chemical symbols sprawled across every spare inch in a strange, orderly dance.
"Famous last words," was my muttered reply. With great reluctance, I tore a page out of my notebook and uncapped my pen. Biting on the end of it, I narrowed my eyes at the offending symbols. Carbon, oxygen, another two carbons, hydrogen...the alcohol becomes an aldehyde which becomes a carboxylic acid. Nitriles and amides swam together as I mentally recited the rules that had been drilled into us again and again.
I slammed my pen down. "This is impossible." Across the room, our professor stooped to check Ariadne's work. His lips pursed and his brow furrowed, and we kne
Little pieces at a time, atoms
and molecules and cells at a time.
It is the Nothing -
it spreads fast and spreads fear
and spreads a flood to put
out the fire of his heart.
He fights back the Yangtze,
the Congo, the Amazon
running through his limbs and high
water tides rising in his chest.
He examines the old world
to find his way to a new one but the old world
has passed for a reason.
The summer does nothing but burn
him and the world into ashes -
the blackberries blacken on the vine
invisible, unseen like the shadows you've left behind.
How I wish I could evaporate and mingle with the fine atoms,
the ones that form the air I inhale, exhale.
Breathe. Still alive. Seen.
One by one, they rush through their spacious ways,
They always find their way around - to form me.
to complete me, make me then break me.
And my pieces remain scattered.
Longing to be one with the air,
To become one of the small atoms,
Forming the molecules of my mind,
One by one, the images fade away
Taken by force, never to remain again.
And I'm left, one of the small atoms,
Left with no memories and no dreams, Finally -
Serenity. Tranquility. Stillness.
certain chemical reactions
molds the chaos
molecules and atoms
into a smile
makes me wish
i knew more about