An Accident

The Chemist

dropped the formula;

twitching in the nervous night

with its aspirations' tart thrusting.

Chemicals

combine! ferocious,

fervent hunger for the flesh

of delicious, delicate metal.

Clammy hand,

stupid man, stupid

white cloak veils intelligence;

"what have I done? God...what have I done?"

Foaming floor

feeds the formula

like people putting meaning,

idolizing bearded grandpa past.

Confused mouth

and body frozen,

staring at the reflection

of failed attempts to become Albert.

Formula -

viscous and holy!

It disfigures the framework

of the shifty eyed earth below him.

In the hole,

vibrant colors spring

guises of geometric

rainbows replacing amorphous earth.

Birth and death;

failure and success

fornicate the boundaries

aroused inside the clumsy chemist.