Blue Hour - 11/23/15

biting back screams
and burning up dreams
like if I just grit my teeth
until my skin comes clean,
falling off my bones
like melodies
falling off strings,
I'll find some zone
of stablity,
retracing butterfly arcs
that will step me
through anything

I can walk through fire

Primordial Black Holes - 08/05/15

all the unseen things
holding us together
like galaxies tethered
by strands of
Dark Matter
do not pass my Detection
despite weak interactions

Glueballs - 08/05/15

quartic interactions
strongly coupled
confined to this
white space
of heartbreak
asymptotically diverging
further away
pulling me
back to you

Pole - 04/07/15

A residue of panic
like sweat stepping
into a cool room;
like music
from down the hall,
with a bass line
shamed by your heartbeat.

weak interaction - 03/19/15

heavy eye lids
are hard to open

heavy lips
are hard to speak with

heavy limbs don't want
to leave bed

heavy particles
mediate this
weak interaction

won't you break me down
into something
light enough
to just

drift away?

Resonance Frequency - 03/14/15

Just leave the pieces lying there.
I wouldn't want to hurt
a single hair
if you tried to rearrange
the splintered shards
that have disengaged
from this week
and began to seek
the state of lowest energy.
They've already sunk
too far into apathy
and won't be drawn out
by soliloquy.
But that's okay because
it doesn't take that much
to shatter me.
Apparently
I've got an all-too-common
resonance frequency.

NMR - 02/22/15

I could be dancing dancing dancing
like an unpaired proton precessing
I could be positive
I could be free
I could be singing singing singing
like the world itself is ringing
in perfect resonance with me
I could be decaying
into anything
but me

Hope Is The Hardest Thing To Kill - 02/22/15

Transparency
looks just fine on me
as just another thing
that you can't see

That light in my eyes
had better quickly die
so I can realize that
I'm the only one who thinks
that time is standing still
because hope is the hardest thing to kill

Maybe this skipping beat
will learn to retreat
after I face defeat
at the hands of my latest rejection
I'll pretend to sleep
and get through this week
after another failed connection

A passing smile
is all it takes
to make me wish
my ricochet heart
would learn to chill
but hope is the hardest thing to kill

Just tell me, tell me,
are you looking for me
or some cheaper thrill,
because hope is the hardest thing to kill