Quintessence <br /> <br /> <br />From the scalar field it looked loose and playable <br />It appeared as if something were real and affordable <br />As if affordability was not an issue at all <br />As if the shorts of a chronic team had been pulled down <br />And they were wordless and agape <br />Einstein was rapidly combing the locks of his sparse hair <br />The ghost of Feynman was giving an interview in a stripper bar <br />It appeared from a drunk’s perspective <br />That tall lifeless boogey forms were serving brunch <br />To the rumor pecker <br />To the man who chased atoms into dark caverns <br />He speaks of a scalar field <br />One divorced from the rest of spatial reality <br />In the wing the snoopers were taking notes <br />They had obliterated the notion of space/time <br />Torn down the works of two hundred years <br />With the aid of a word processor.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quintessence-3/
