"brimestone" poems
I love to cheat the Reaper
He's always so gloomy
He's always such a creeper
I love to lie to Hell
Burning with brimestone
Such an aweful smell
I love to trick the devil
He even laughs at that
Probely because we're on the same level
I would love to speak to god
But whatever calls him down off his lazy *** must be broken
Or maybe for him, the ground of mortals is to filthy to trod
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
Half our bodies oxygen,
by mass.
Transfermium Wars- who knew?
elemental naming controversy,
my new favorite war.
Americium-241 in your smoke detector,
alpha emitter, ionizing ****
Dual atomic clocks- Ytterbium lattice-
understanding would taint this fun.
(Apparently there is a Time and Frequency
Division somewhere).
Solid to vapor- if only we sublimed
our way home, though maybe better
suited for air signs. An earth sign, myself,
sticking to terra dirtus.
2, 8, 20, 28, 50, 82, 126- the Magic
Numbers in physics- full nuclei,
like full bellies- maybe our magic years too...
'cept for 126- unless you're a Galapagos tortoise.
Manganese blackening bulls in Lascaux.
Plumbum latin for lead, ala plumbers and their pipes
of yesteryear.
Fire and brimestone actually fire and sulfur,
still wrathful, though I always
imagined brimstone as being a
damning brick falling.
You won't be synthesized, maybe never discovered,
yet we sense you near, proposed metal,
silvery white and ghosting....
119.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC