Like June. I had this since June 15, 2012. Anyway, this is a collaborative poem, written by Cerasi, Cylon and myself while at Java House. We did two rounds of each of us writing. We did not furnish a title.
Everything feels bigger
in here,
Either I shrank
or life is expanding.
Like the hypothesized universe,
this big bang of life
Now it's slipping out of reach
it's drifting from my grasp
Empty. There is nothing here.
I stand here waiting for something to collide
But there is nothing.
It is empty.
I'm waiting for the
God particle,
but at this point
I'd settle for rent or
a half a handle
of anything.
Is there anything left
for me?
Not even two atoms to
rub together
Or someone to ride this
collision train with me
Where is god?
I have prayed many times with no answer.
May the chemicals in my brain find some meaning.
Higgs Boson was proven
So where is god?
I don't know how I feel about the mention of god's whereabouts, but I think the deliberate lowercase 'g' on the word is a good save.
ReplyDeleteI can totally feel this poem. Like this impending but unknown future, with everything and nothing colliding. Wrong things colliding at the wrong times, nothing right colliding at all. Grasping at nothing and everything.
I like it.
Yeah, this got a little more atheist-ey than I thought it would. For me, it's definitely about lack of momentum and purpose. We wrote this when we were all together and all unsure about our futures. (Aka- any one time we're all together. Ahahahah-*devolves into weeping*.)
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