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Linear Acceleration
by Michael FaradayIf I had a window
I would stare out of it
The mower guy drives by
I can smell him once a week
We could trade places
He could stare at the screen
and watch cryogenic diodes fluctuate
at minus 300, the vacuum space
trend upwards when mega joules of
radio frequency excite the beam
I would drive his machine
back and forth ad nauseum
loving every moment
When the wonderous zero radius
machine ran out of gas
I would fill it up again and again purposely
getting some on my hands to wash
off the stench of middle managements
mindless montage of maligned meetings
The blade, that blade of grass in of itself
made up of atoms of which we seek
the motive
11/04/2008 Posted on 11/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Michael Faraday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Stephan Anstey on 11/04/08 at 09:30 PM Interesting, particularly with your last name. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/05/08 at 12:35 AM Very enjoyable write. This brings back some memories. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/20/11 at 04:47 PM Congrats on POTD! I especially enjoyed S5 and the gas washing off the stench of many mmmmmmmmmmmmm's. Thank you! |
| Posted by Dan Linn on 11/22/11 at 09:01 AM I do cubicle farm work and smell grass in season in tension. |
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