New poem, y'all. Never thought I'd have trouble keeping a friend once I made one... It's funny, my Chinese lunar sign is the "boar" (ironic...) and I remember reading a long time ago that "A boar makes few friends, but keeps them for life."

I never believed in that shit anyway.

Chemistry

So pleased to find each other, immediate attraction
a chemical situation breathes life into dead hopes for a reaction.
Funny how words can create theories in a virtual universe
of three-letter abbreviations and pleasantries.

We should have done more research.

My mental centrifuge spun softer when I whispered
to you over wires,
separating volatility from calming concoction.
I was xanax when you needed full therapy.
My lips were a placebo, but you couldn’t be fooled.

Etch DANGEROUS on my face in seven languages.
You understand them all
and have witnessed my explosions.
Exothermic, I revealed
myself and my heat
washed over you.
Never the target, you were collateral damage,
but how bathing in heat got you cold is a paradox.

Sometimes, I wish I never bonded with you–
not allowed your narcotic blue eyes to
shift my mental mechanics
alter me chemically.

But once the bread is toast, it’ll never be bread again.

Yes, cooking is chemistry
and we were that, too, for a while.
White heat blinded all observers.
The theory of us was adorable to crowds
and oh how I believed it too.
We were laymen’s wisdom, science by the masses.
But man used to believe the sun spun around us.

Galileo is

inevitable.

Ten miles turns to galaxies apart, separate planets, different laws.
Dark matter, black holes – a vortex that swallows words.
Maybe entropy was inexorable
but I never asked for a catalyst.

12/5/05
To her, but not for her.