Galileo Newton Einstein
all couldn't sing for **** ok
maybe Newton would
have a little too much
Sherry & break into a ditty
& jig; old Galileo inviting
the girl who brought the
milk upstairs to peer through
his long tube...she'd say Mr.
Galileo is so big & giggle
to the girl bringing the eggs
Medusa met Robert Johnson
at the dark crossroads where
Jesus hangs like a scarecrow,
like he ever did that on a muggy
day in old Palestine;
every quantum girl is a million
miracles rolled into one unseen
freckled face; a single quantum
girl is every other & every other
is that one mirroring herself in
the polished gem of science; her
biology something like linguine
primavera;
oh for the day ur science is forgotten
& remembered long after ur poetry is
committed to memory & computers
have become a myth
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Galileo Newton Einstein
all couldn't sing for **** ok
maybe Newton would
have a little too much
Sherry & break into a ditty
& jig; old Galileo inviting
the girl who brought the
milk upstairs to peer through
his long tube...she'd say Mr.
Galileo is so big & giggle
to the girl bringing the eggs
Medusa met Robert Johnson
at the dark crossroads where
Jesus hangs like a scarecrow,
like he ever did that on a muggy
day in old Palestine;
every quantum girl is a million
miracles rolled into one unseen
freckled face; a single quantum
girl is every other & every other
is that one mirroring herself in
the polished gem of science; her
biology something like linguine
primavera;
oh for the day ur science is forgotten
& remembered long after ur poetry is
committed to memory & computers
have become a myth
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