"neutrinos" poems
I was standing in the aisle at Bulk Barn
I was low on neutrinos and looking to stock up
I like to sprinkle them on my cereal in the morning
I made my way down the aisle and found the anti-photons
If you like your coffee black and not sweet
Then this is almost as good as other alternatives
My electron supply was fine
But I thought I'd get some anyway
Just for the ion-y
I don't understand the economics but I guess
The invisible hand does
When the clerk looked in my basket
She just waved me through
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Mesons, quarks, neutrinos, too
Drawn inexorably
Into eternity
To a finite point
Called singularity;
Rushing, streaming
Toward one juncture,
To a destination
With unknown structure.
Swirling, speeding
Into the abyss,
Reason, logic
Cease to exist.
Space and time
Merge in disarray,
Matter altered too,
No night, no day.
Warped, transmuted
Realities,
Become twisted, melded
Finalities.
Inconceivable dimensions
Reign supreme,
Nature’s laws violated
To extreme.
Crossing the event horizon,
No turning back,
Into the precipice,
Down a void of black;
Facing the vortex,
Light gasps in disbelief,
A terminal journey starts
Without relief.
Stars and galaxies
Give a sigh
As they spiral in
And begin to die.
One day we too
Will meet this fate;
The only questions are
The place and date.
Mar 13, 2010
Mar 13, 2010 at 8:10 PM UTC
So is Physics now in trouble
Because neutrinos too fast fly
As clever troglodytes with white coats
Measure once again the psi
Could it explain the dopamine injection?
The amphetamine of just one kiss
Underpinning organic chemistry
That can make me feel like this
But No - it goes much deeper
It might give credence to the thought
That sometimes things just happen
With a cause that sums to nought
So Einstein wasn’t wrong
He just did not say it all
He knew that physics has its part to play
In explaining why we fall.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 4:57 AM UTC
Working your way out of ionic ******* can be
seriously interesting however, it can also be
lugubrious.
I was standing in the aisle at Bulk Barn.
low on neutrinos, I was looking to stock up
I like to sprinkle them on my cereal in the morning
I then made my way down the anti-photon aisle
if you like your coffee black and not sweet, as I do
this is almost as good as other alternatives
I did realize that
my electron supply was fine
but thought I'd get some anyway
just for the ion-y
I don't understand the economics of this transaction
but it is apparent the invisible hand does
When the clerk looked in my basket
I was waved through
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Awake.
Rise to meet
The day that greets you.
Do not rise to meet
The day you hope for
Or the day you fear.
The world is millions of
Quarks and neutrinos
Passing through our bodies each day.
The world is protons and electrons
Spinning in perpetuity and decaying.
The world is atoms and valance bands
Bonding into molecules and cells
Building organs and tissue.
The world is people and plants and animals
Feeding on each other to survive another day
In city streets and freeways
And states and nations
And continents and oceans
Under an atmosphere
By a moon
In one solar system
Of one galaxy
Of a universe that has hundreds of billions of them.
And space.
Most of all space.
Empty and marvelous.
Relax.
There is time.
Time to greet the day.
Not the day you hope for
Or the day you fear
But the day that is.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 3:33 AM UTC
I used to love
the ripple
of her.
I Cherished
placque suns.
I walked amongst
the withered oaky clouds
reaching to the earth
in capillaries
of lightning.
I made
****** on journeys
in the night
to the
licquor store.
I could take refuse
and morph it
in my hands,
because they were
her
hands.
She was the gravity of neutrinos,
I spun
and
spun,
and threw off layers,
as her bra
lay on the floor
and the laces
of her ******
lay
whitely
in the corner of the room.
I could've been anywhere
in those final seconds,
the club with it's thousand
orbitals of dancing brilliance,
the park
with it's millionaires
of hate,
the senseless
desert
of my
heart.
I was in the rainforest
feeling the universe
in droplets,
and my pores screamed.
Destruction
is something to reminisce over,
and I moan
like a cat in the night
with it's broken leg.
I moan
like a dwarf star,
getting smaller
and
smaller.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 7:57 PM UTC
terrible machines slipstream the extreme in-between where they grind the invalid star heaps into dust
there, they spike the lion's paw of life's Sphinx, methinks it winks at God's Riddle, and twiddles a thumb of some god, in a sky pod of dead people, hording jasmine and madness and pancakes, upon the everlasting Maybach sedan with the chrome piping and the platinum plinth, regal in ice and fire !
what aspires must be crushed into tiny little else. into neutrinos of speculation in the non rational abode of our most holy joke. the spun spoke, in a wheel of cold lotus. we know this is not a dream without motive. we know this because we notice, know this because it's flawless, and flawless reveals a mind of terrible machines that slipstream the extreme in- between where they grind the invalid star heaps, into dust ! they might spike the lion's claw of Life's sphinx, where it thinks that most people are dead inside, that might can take a joke if joke is told in a void baritone with Gamelan Bells of Unbearable Revelation, the revery of a Greek nose on the face of a broken clock.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 2:49 AM UTC
A dark Cloud of obscure atoms swirl around in Brownian chaos..
Time's a bit different ere.. Eons but a flit on tis clock..
Quantum effects play poker probability,
gravity the sinister Attractor ..
The cloud congeals, darker still than b'fore..
Attraction, it's nature Hot and crushing at primeval depths..
Ignites a fire so deep, fuses the insides at the wave level..
Particles unite, merge into each other,
becoming something new altogether..
Out pushes the brightest light the universe's seen..
The light of God, searing, nourishing and warm ..
drawn out of the breaking, fusing hearts,
Ignites Life on a distant Rock..
The cloud now a big Star..
Observes in rapture as Life grows from infancy to Damsel in frenzy... She Remembers the ancient pattern, dances around in fatal Attraction.. Fornicating, Merging, consuming, birthing in Heat..
Blues fade into greens, white streaks surround browns ..
Colours pulsing, coursing in a ballet..
Star is hypnotic, it watches..
********** a flare or two at ecstatic moments...
Smitten by Attraction, Star wants to hold Life to its passion..
Can't bear the distance tween the two..
It burns and turns, curious quarks, neutrinos play havoc inside,
turn Helium to Dark Carbon..
The Star sickened of burning and watching for Gods years,
spreads it's arms to hold Life in its magnetic swarms..
It's million Kelvins approaching in Love, Blow Dry Life,
Evaporate the tiny blue Rock..
Star muddled by tis sudden development,
can't put its tendril to why tis happened..
It's heart broken, embraces empty space,
where Life pirouetted a few ages ago..
burns all the more, turns Carbon to Heavy Iron
and novas in green, orange and gold.
The dust settles,
Star now a mere smoldering lump of Neutron..
Looks in the dark depths in feeble ruddy light,
pulsing out signals to find its beloved Life.
Rueing on the beauty that was..
Destined to wait..
For the Clouds to congeal again..
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Help!
I'm being pummeled
By thousands of ghosts
That sciencey-guy over there
Said they were called neutrinos
I don't trust it though
It's mumbo-jumbo
But don't worry about me
I learned how to fight ghosts
Where's my garlic?
Wait, that might be for use against vampires.
Oh no.
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Maximum hot silence,
As neutrinos finger-out,
Playful harmonies,
on this fretted frown,
Nano-seconds before light overwhelms,
And billionths become measured,
Strutting and strumming and fingerings found,
Playfully erupt,
Like sound interrupted,
And staccato resounds,
Expanse and corruption,
Bringing me down,
Creating life glimpses,
Often unfound,
This mere direction,
Taking lifestyle mirth,
Unknowing and knowing,
For whatever its worth.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 5:12 AM UTC
is what is
and what is
here (also
here, which was
here too, meaning
back there), but forget that, just
stop and look up
here,
where it
is it
now push your hands through
(it’s okay, you can grab the can’t-be-grabbed
handful-of, it wants to be
not-grabbed, that is
good for it, feeling held
for a neverwhile)
invisifinity still it’ll be
now then, couldn’t everything
in this it be
locked away in a museum, and thank god for
you
it ain’t?
there’s invisifinity music to be,
invisifinity words to be
and paintings and shapes
and unbeings to be
impossibilations and memories of
pyrotechnic fantasies and
consternating spirimotions also
vortexing interpersonal universals,
colored by
temperature changes and
the speed of revolution revolving
the galaxies
around neutrinos, around
an unlocatable photon
in
the middle of
this in the middle of
the universe in the middle of
these here universes unifying the invisifiniteness of
invisifinity here
kind of like
the first time you swam didn’t
in the ocean
hey homeless man, in those
beautiful rags like royal flames, come
to this here
don’t go to that there
and narrate your beautiful life to me
as I walk home on this warm winter day
I will place in your hands all my coins.
In your hands they will
jingle to
sparks like
neutrinos to you
starting a revolution.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
Tabulation without results
Living here
I’m a part of cults
More than one
Not even two
Yes me.
Yes you.
I sometimes doubt
That we‘ll ever see
I sometimes doubt
If we could ever be
Like the electrons
Floating in empty space
We don’t even see
What’s right in front of our face?
Like neutrinos never erased
Sooner or later
By this hovering planet
We’ll be defaced
Tabulation without results
Living here
I’m a part of cults
More than one
Not even two
Yes me.
Yes you.
Capture the microcosm effect
Separation united
From the dangerous affect
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:20 PM UTC
Humid nights
At six thirty seven p.m.
Over greasy pizza
And the smell of cigarettes
We debate the universe
Gravity, religion, neutrinos
The rain sticks
Dampens our conversation
Sleep clouds my eyes
And I push away the pizza
Breath in cigarette smoke
Einstein was wrong
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
Tabulation without results
Living here
I’m a part of cults
More than one
Not even two
Yes me.
Yes you.
I sometimes doubt
That we‘ll ever see
I sometimes doubt
If we could ever be
Like the electrons
Floating in empty space
We don’t even see
What’s right in front of our face?
Like neutrinos never erased
Sooner or later
By this hovering planet
We’ll be defaced
Tabulation without results
Living here
I’m a part of cults
More than one
Not even two
Yes me.
Yes you.
Capture the microcosm effect
Separation united
From the dangerous affect
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 9:02 AM UTC
I sit in the bottom of a Well,
Its walls worn smooth by time.
Above, a solitary star,
One of seven sisters, shines.
Neutrinos in abundance,
like angels on a pin,
of minute mass, invisible
are forever pouring in.
All about me they dash by
Without an outward sign..
Even in these hidden depths
They’re an elusive find.
They speed on through to other fates
And leave me to my climb.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I want to get
higher & higher
&
higher
until I explode
like a Super Nova
exploding particles everywhere,
Radio waves,
Microwaves,
Neutrinos dancing,
Read at installations
every where
Anamoly?
Some cowboys electric fence?
Or better yet
a cosmic event.
How high can I get?
and
Have I got there yet?
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
I touched water yesterday white and cold,
purposely hardened by pugnaciously low
temperatures fighting to withhold
the solid fluid against a thieving star, roaring
sweltering rays to melt, moulded men
made of snow, as the girl grew disappointed
expecting whipped cream texture, lack of softness,
digging deep with fingers covered in gloves,
to make ***** to throw at others who will smile
at the jovial play, insensitive to the endeavours
of the eroded mountain modelled by many million
years of scorching suns, blistering winds,
blizzards freezing falls as they cascade, sculptures
made by nature crossed by bridges, so heavenward
drivers succumb to overwhelming giddiness
before entering an endless claustrophobic tunnel,
where science laboratories hide secrets
of the universe under a three thousand meter
elevated rock. The Great Rock of Italy an immense
park, where protected species graze unscathed,
farmers’ labours engender culinary delights
for an imprisoned dictator, while
physicists discover neutrinos beating light
at a dashing race, and Ladyhawke mutates to fly
over a nocturnal vagabonding wolf. I touched
water yesterday, white and cold, and I could
only imagine the enthralling moment when
spring will come and all shall liquesce
to replenish rivers and lakes, irrigating soils
for centenary trees to blossom once again
granting life to living creatures witnessing
the grand spectacle of perfectly attuned cycles.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
Like minnows through trawler nets
They get by
Neutrinos stream in my head
All the time
A gross grip on spinnerets
Catch a fly
Where are you in the wakeless night?
Close your eyes
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
my body contorts
along white bedsheets boasting basic blue flower print.
i stretch, without direction - fingertips reach cosmic deeps, i think.
curtains mostly drawn; one sliver of sun let in.
globular of lonely, swung
out into this far-off nook of hook and warm-no-more:
i am, now,
chemical alter
on the downswing. where
is my attraction?
stuck in space
deep,
pitted in sleep that wakes the Fates (that do not exist),
only bored ice dust and
lifeless true blue neutrinos swarm about my body.
i used to have pull;
gravitational cool.
now i am tons of tundra,
acres of bleck lol melodrama,
a mess, always
in bed:
it makes me.
it always has.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
before my birth in the eons of time
seasons pre-destiny
determined in secrets
of masses explosions
with the law of physics knowing
what was written
light years ago
in a church
of atoms of quarks and neutrinos
un-comprehensible masses
with polarity making me
seem extraneous.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
... on the face of things the
world seems very solid
and real. But let's take a
closer look at that...
Even osmium, the densest
known solid, is only made
up of atoms. Neutrons and
electrons...
These subatomic particles
have space around them.
Even neutrinos have space
around them!
What is this SPACE?
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 6:21 AM UTC
Circles and Squares May 24 2022
what’s on the agenda for today?
the pre-summer soil is softening for the till
and time is fast ripening on the vine.
seventy-two silly angels are swimming sideways through the ethers
sowing sacred seeds of sacral energy
and so blooms celestial clusters of protons and neutrinos.
we’ll reap a golden crop of Elysium wheat -
come this Autumn’s Comanche harvest moon
because the fruit lives in the harvest
like a bee in the hive
like a house made of hexagons in the sky.
place the left hand over the heart
place the right down upon the belly
breathe deeply from the sacrum
everything is gonna be alright.
two hands of woman and man
feel the heart thumping
plasma and prana pumping
the sun and the moon orbit according to fated rhythms…
everything already is alright.
‘things are that which the word makes them in naming them’
cleaved from the tongue
your word is Law.
tilt your head back
blow prana vayu in the sky
watch the egress of the thunder clouds fleeting
and the bending and the bowing of the rain.
our eyes are two prisms
refractors of the Light
they vibrate together to make an octave
like a dial tone just behind your brow.
your heart is a silicon satellite
picking up on all the waves and boson particles
magnetizing
synthesizing
so many shades of green I almost ran out of canvas
feel the space open up wide inside your sinus
and wide horizons of your mind
the Spirit is gently rapping
tapping at your inner door-
the door of Brahma-
the Brahmarandhra-
unlock the latch and let your Self in.
take heed of the Sacred Feminine
her compassion is boundless in the bottomless night
and even unto the highest firmament
the crows are there cackling in a happy ******
hear the echo in their caw
the morning birds are pecking at the sun
giant sine waves from little bird lungs
thai elephants doff their tack and saddles
even also the claw bells and mahouts and all the bronze.
there is a deep well hidden behind our sternum
behind the high fencing of our hearts
Shiva dances there inside a lotus flower
and all we hear are the circles and the squares
what's on the agenda for today?
my voice is barking octaves
my eyes, they are two prisms
my body is a shrine.
by: Jordan Gee
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC
without you in my life
there's an infinite void in my heart
not even a super-massive black hole
could have enough force to fill it up
I look at the night sky
filled with millions of far-away stars
how far we have drifted apart
like neutrinos moving with a speed of light
dark forces used to drive me
until meteor hit and the light appeared
in the flames of a deep pain
the new me was created
I see everything clearly now
I was a fool with no self doubt
time travel is out of my reach
so just accept these words from me:
I'm sorry
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC