centre of the universe - the dreaming

30 June 2009

Conversation in my head

Were I to take a lover
truly, take a lover
Were it my place to have a lover
I mean
another lover

Were I to have two lovers
really, two different lovers
Were it my place to have two lovers
Again,
I'd choose you

Why me?
Why would you choose *me*?
You could have anyone; everyone in the world
as your lover.

No, not everyone. Not anyone.
Neil Gaiman, you see, is taken.
No, I'd choose you.

Why?

Well, because, you see ...
I say, it's like this.
I could fall forever
in your eyes. I could, I say
lose myself in your laugh.
It's trite, I know.

My eyes?
You'd take me as your other lover
because I bat my eyelashes?

Um, I say. Well, you have
a very nice bum also.

Labels: Odd day, poems, the goggles they do nothing

20 November 2008

This is the way

Okay, this is the thing.

I have a few things I'd like to talk about; a few posts to make. But there's a Porblem. And the Porblem is that I just haven't gobs of time to physically sit down and write them.

And my co-worker has just come up with the Best Thing Ever: Einstein's theory of special button relativity. Which is closely related to the problem of Shroedinger's button hole. Maybe some day, I can explain these concepts to you.

Then again, maybe someday the roast will cook itself.

It's been an odd day, Marcy. An odd day.

Labels: Button Theory, Einstein, Odd day, Shroedinger