Get Me A Telescope - 05/27/16

I've been more into particles
than planets
but
their heavenly eyes
have me
researching a career
in astronomy.
What a gift
to stare
at crescent moons
and lips
for a living.
It keeps me
living.

Cosmological Constant - 05/26/16

I have seen the universe in you and

you

are far more beautiful
than anything Hubble could have captured:
kindness permeating like dark matter,
love expanding and expanding faster
that has me humbled and enraptured,
leaving me to wonder how I stumbled
upon this shimmering collection
of particles and light
whose mere presence lifts and lights
the darkest night.

Her lips are nebula,
constellations blooming in each
soft word.
Her smile, I think
sparked the Big Bang.
At least, it did for me.
The blazing blue of her eyes
could only have come
from an O-type star.

Look how they shine.
Look how she shines.

And if her eyes are stars,
then each blink is a sunset.
O, Love, don’t go yet.
I haven’t loved you enough yet,
haven’t held you enough yet,
haven’t found the words to express what
I heard each held breath,
haven’t found the words to express what
I felt in each caress.
Haven’t simplified this stress tensor
or understood how our particles
interact together.
But these calculations could take forever
and simulation does little better
to stimulate all these songs I felt
but couldn’t recite without the help
of someone else’s chords
and keys
and melodies.
I suppose, now, it’s too late
to begin singing memories
that have drifted beyond the Kepler Belt.

But should this wandering comet
ever stray back into your orbit,
O, Love,
I hope I melt.

Terminal Velocity - 05/26/16

I am falling,
hard and fast.
I have fallen,
hard and fast.
Here, at last,
at terminal velocity,
but it feels like
I still should be
accelerating
toward them.
Can't I fall
any faster?
Can't I crash
any harder?
Hurry,
let me hurry,
back to them.

it's not nostalgia - 05/25/16

what's the word for the
pain
you get when
you think about
all the good things that could have been
but
now
will never be?

Sin - 04/18/2016

Stunning supernovae,
a superposition of heavenly spirits
sprawled like spectral lines,
spontaneous symmetry breaking
or a systematic supergravity,
the strong interaction
stringing us together,
supercritical points,
a shattered standard model,
the sublimation of skin to breath,


but I'd take a silent second
in her smile
over all of it.

Asymptotic Freedom - 04/14/16

An abundance of antimatter
annihilating
each paired particle
bound by
ambiguous operators
until this
androgynous animation
is retrieved.
To the
agitprop artists
attracting catharsis,
I ask your assistance
in resistance
of the arbitrary axioms
appointed at birth
to restrict our creation
to a binary basis,
that spans just a fraction
of the human adventure.

I'll no longer abide
by this planar existence,
as intrinsic as
Euclid's Fifth.

I'm begging:
bomb this binary.

Neutrinos - 04/14/16

Somewhere between
standing and sinking,
sure and shaken,
screaming and singing,

I am ever changing,
with each oscillation,
from production
out through void,
a ghostly figure
glimpsed only by
unconserved momentum.

Dang - 02/08/16

I've been listening to
Alex Dang's
poetry all night
hoping his words
will inspire me
to write
the monster biting
bits of my soul away
into the light
and give my
quaking body
a fair fight
but this was all
the courage
I could find
in someone else's rhymes.
It's time that I
regained mine.

Beta Decay - 02/05/2016

I've been falling apart:
complex exponentials
complicating existential
crises exacerbated
by soft syllables
of reassurance.
You know,
kind words
usually pass
through me
like neutrinos


but yours
turn me into
mile of lead.

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.