chemistry by Rachelle Howetake your labs
and your specimens
remove cadavers, scalpel's, and blood
take your experiments and
failures, for
they're no matter, no mind here.
upon the morticianâs table.
(cold and metal; aluminum, I believe..)
lays a fragment of a person
who was thrown up by
Life's dry-heave.
Its she I observe
(and tinker in her brain);
trying on her linens and
hidden skeletons
thought; beliefs; theoriesâ¦)
in theory.
life is a theory, no more, no lessâ¦
and when it all comes crashing
do-not-pass-go.
reborn
c r a s h
waves, like notes, take their
t o l l
on the shore of my mind...
each beat, clef, and thump of bass
rivets my spine,
and in the voice
of someone else
i find peace.
04/07/2002 Posted on 04/07/2002 Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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