Becker’s, tests tubes, chemicals and such…
Lab rats running the maze
Wires hanging from the walls
static
stations abort
overload computer screens
mathematical theories on how the universe breaths
Think like the scientist
in a quite lab
researching and thinking
at the ticking of the clock
Theories of poetry
moving in my head
ink bleeds
pours from my thoughts
The Scientists
a poetic theory
I bring it up
with paper and pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem