I visit coffee shops look at blue eyes and brown
eat donuts and drink lattes fat with cream
hoping to reach critical mass

a grazed edge of a curtain
and there are eyes behind
I feel them     the instruments
of atom dissection are on the tray

tweak the electrode, power up
the magnetic field   she’s sucked
to the starting gate, a proton
knowing her place in the big bang

moves as fast as she can
into anti matter - the black side
of a proton into

antiproton     her heart spirals
into the bubble chamber
her momentum expiring

in a top quark   deconstruct neruda
it was green the silence ; the light was moist
the month of June trembled like a butterfly
  of of a of of ;
    like green of of the trembled
         it the ; month green of

break it down to smallest parts, smaller
than words to syllables

                  the green of like
          it was --- moist was ; trem
                     bled
          June month but a fly
                  ---
              light      ter
              si     lence
                    ---

it was a green fly sail
patron alighting moist
with June-bled butter stopped

        who dared touch her hair
 her stopped it who
        patron who green hair dared
   green
butter her hair her butter who stopped


�2006 by PJ Nights
~previously published at Slow Trains