The pneumatically operated subway doors <br />Glide shut behind me. I seat myself <br />Wedging between two one-legged women. <br />One has her left amputated the other her right. <br />Serves me right to be so lucky. <br /> <br />Being an engineer I toss heat exchange formulae <br />And calculate mentally how quickly my thighs <br />Would warm if I walked in from the middle <br />Of winter and what if each woman sat <br />With one good thigh against mine. <br /> <br />But it’s mid-summer and I’m fantasizing. <br />Being shit out of luck I look <br />Across half-drawn glass panes <br />Into the next compartment where two chaps <br />Read torn half-page newspapers. <br /> <br />I wonder until I notice they are half-faced. <br />Well, half the news is better than none <br />And half the pain if it’s bad chitchat and <br />Since I am half-witted it suits me fine. <br />Then I think what if those women sat <br /> <br />With their amputated sides against me? <br />Would we make a happy threesome? <br />At least we could walk without crutches <br />With me hanging off their shoulders <br />And if you’re still reading this and think of Alice <br /> <br />And the wonders of this world <br />You understand one-quarter of my meaning. <br />I don’t want to confuse the issue by adding <br />To what degree it would impact the equations <br />If one or more of us had poor blood circulation. <br /> <br />Mathematics is a strange science when you know <br />Only fractions dealing with phantasms. <br />And it seems it’s best to know half truths <br />While we make up and live the other halves, <br />Trying to explain the opposites of duality. <br /> <br />~~~ <br />Alex Nodopaka Mar©2009 <br />AD Something<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mystery-of-duality/
