So, I was here watching Schrödinger’s cat,
Now it’s both dead and alive:
How it has managed this, I do not know.
Somehow, though, it did contrive
So both to be and to not-be at once
Putting poor Hamlet to shame:
So the old Law of Non-Contradiction’s
Broken, and I am to blame.
So in the middle of Animal Rights
Physics, and Theater too —
I’ve violated immutable laws
What’s a poor blogger to do?
I dreamed of paramecium
Turned into neighborhoods;
A type of micro/macro world
Of unicell canned goods
I don’t know where the setting was,
In Pittsburgh or Korea —
I just know that it did contain
The germ of an
Her use of hyperbole I mistook
For I found it forbidding —
But when she said she gets into a book
She really wasn’t kidding
Engulfed in waves of pestilence
That’s raining down upon me
Contagion and concupiscence
In lust that’s all around me
If everything I knew was ever
Turned into a play;
I’d leave the throttle open wide
And move to Santa Fe
And there, I’ll build a picket fence
Of biological defense
Whatever there might be expense
To live in my wan
On the confusion of depression —
Where darkness travels
Lilacs never sing
Why won’t you help me?
Is it the darkness?
Or the silent flowers?
Why can’t stand
I can’t stand
Your presence gives me hole —
As though a week was lifted from my shoulder —
I kosher it’s just a trope,
The kind we entertain as we get okra —
You wear it like a diary
That sparkles in the sketch,
Inline to you for everything
And you donut ask why —
Your live, it gives me hope:
It’s like the kiss that signature Spring
The hole you place
Just not the famous one.
The one who would have liked it
Would have tastes second to none.
He’d love the river and the mills,
The green and woody rolling hills;
He would like, I guess, the rain
Which is, these days, my morning pain.
And if Tertullian was mayor
I think he’d see, from over there
In Carthage, where he used to fare
That our roads are in disrepair.
Perhaps to fix them he’d would be
Wrapped up in obscure heresy
Of the old Montanist kind
But, oops, I think that I’ve been blind
Cause I forgot
That he was not
That Tertullian at all
Some other one I don’t recall
Since I don’t live in Carthage, I
Will end this post
And say goodbye