Operating Dictates for a Particle Accelerator

pulse light starts there starts           getting smaller     All that you can’t remember, Claire says.  ,   With two glass eyes           I’m wobbling down a walkway          inflecting aloha                                        no thumbtacks, attached     no pins,           To feel.          Good by. among crimson and silver turnstiles,     all the folks          In orange, Silvery hats and thermal     The madmen mad getting madder     daisies all done          Again          me strolling, me fuming, slipping,   the stream frozen. the matter of face. the quasars huffing on.           In December   no summery mask,     No, just the shimmering scene, the firmament.     a blackbird indicating, nods Maybe a change    dust of a brick  maybe I remember,      I recall.      a cyclotron.          An ingenuous ramrod The flay of her hair               fall sinking          Rowboat turning to winter,     rowboat, rowboat      Chatter of the breakage iii.                              verb forms of a neutron bomb starts sloe gin     over time                    Fermenting in the firmament red shifting with Claire     waking with Claire, betweening and vaguing Claire          the embassies exchanging airs.          lily white, glittery photons          , spark                         at the bottom working iamb          iamb iamb                    iamb                                        iamb Claire    don’t care                    reminiscing          Tuscaloosa in.           A corner of the soiree.                              , standing so bluntly you resemble no one,          Precisely, as if receding          over a hill, you resembles everyone. corralling       , the bulky idea of the hill into. an encampment,                                                  a tiny cranium. And it’s                    as if,          Spying you                              through a whiskey on rocks.                    a mass hysteria I struttle along,      Making          commonplace.          Ubnutterances, and guts                                        your house is blue with two glass eyes iii.                              quantum entanglement starts with a single shot.          fired                not the year of my     fathers. slow, death starts.     year my mother goes     terminal, The vacuous scene          chattering,                         Like an elephant collapsing     the animals fuming,                              weird winged bugs The serious business of.    squishing them, they simply regroup. And reappear.    , Claire.          I’m stumbling down the thoroughfare. in a dark,  Pinching what few glittering photons,          I’m trolling. murky and building up.     start at the bottom,                    working a way Upwards     Evening,       like a tumbler.                    folding.  itself over Feeling contented all around.  squinting,          started clawing with two glass eyes          feeling for thumbtacks.                    Among the broad vagaries.                         among the wild visions,          Claire. . I say I know you better,                            , than.   You could imagine, or some other,          but you sock me.          Hard. In the gut instead. i.                              aimed by magnets starts redundant          Futile with a screwdriver, among the wrecks. ,  I am having a ball comma       Describe the house        comma paint the doorjamb end-stop               these months     spent   a-chatter. the sidewalk spinal column                              of a mule that carries me. Through the broad making-world.            one universe over, We are inseparable.      And own many cats     the city.                             Large. like  viewing an egg,                        From the egg’s interior. I go about the serious business   strolling,                                    The firmament Claire.   your pocket watch,          A frayed yellow.                                    T-shirt. on the narrative fringe.  of the narrative,                  the weightless photons say       Holding hands                              One universe over. You do not forgive me.            ,  all that I can’t                              but Maybe a small change maybe something less     than the sky, maybe something.                              More than the sky could conjure. ii.                                    if this were a sonnet, I start with all that you can’t remember.                  The gutters Overloaded.      the funky trinkets,           Weird winged bugs on the sill.                  In the air,      When I go about the     business , strolling home    Claire.                        riding the slipstream sloe gin.            All drink and whiskey.      the old ferry, a rowboat ,            in my gut.                        smooth as a mirror          Every mad Artifact     everyone I’ve ever met,                       resembling Claire dissembling          My wintered axe.            start at the bottom Work your way upwards.            like a signature saying I’ve been here, strolling past,            these fumes,                             on the air smell like a letter.            All thermal               , all water     Quasars bleating,      blackbird saying,      The search light pauses     Pluck The wings out one at a time.      Chicago and     blackbird, blackbird, I unaware.    of ours, the               recombinant bodies of the gods. i.                              focused by a lens starts with the scene     starts.               December,          Smooth as a mirror     Hard in the gut                         feels like a tumbler. Claire, inflecting               good, by.     walking. Claire.          the scene of sparks.     among the while, the fission The house is blue.     with two glass eyes     among the firmament no pins to pin you   No, thumbtacks to hold you          But photons and all the things that you can’t       .        Among the sloe gin, your frayed yellow T-shirt. I returned          to you, but you wanting In a corner of the soiree.  a corner of the prairie,     more than the sky This is where the elephant toppled.     when what you remember is Collided, with               Often     under the webbed foot Of my imagining, you     are the entire throng.          Wearing your face,     Dust of a brick,     what’s left is               What when the particle accelerator               paints its          disastered portrait iv.                        scatter many phrases starts with shatter.                                    , crossing the parking lot, my skin     pixilated in the sodium light, harsh corundum               skin a vapor trail                    edging the slipstream.            Tidy up the floorboards.            the wiggling infrastructure of a signature.                        says, I’ve been here before                    All airs as if a unified field.                  of night.      of     Claire.                  Collapse, arrangement of bones   where the elephant toppled.                  spells are cast, Luster in clusters,                        stone I toss          Chicago, the old ferry   through the house’s eye,  through the firmament     Light bulbs wilting,            carnations flickering,      Like a cyst the crick dribbles outward                         toward   a shore     my lady trickles, my lady pours          Give up give up,            my sweet canteen Been taken to the forest.      Honey.                  Among the wild fission.