the poet pronouncing his basic quantum
minuscule as the Cornel West constant
elusive as the theorized Tubman boson
he fucks with his clothes on, reading Hegel and Kant
on naltrexone the beer nauseates
at the sex show with a queer poly babe
this special delivery from Zimbabwe
this impregnable illiteracy strong as the waves
watching the waves, these photons in
the Wheatley diagrams
as, rolling marijuana
in secrecy, I Am
as the physicist magnifies the Higgs thunder
it’s not our thunder
it’s Higgs thunder
naming the particles Lothar and Gunther,
it was evident
someone had blundered
and the Lord said, Let there be gravity
and, Let there be a formless black sea
and gravitons named after Fred Hampton
and black swans arranged as the dead lanterns
these ducklings in a line
red as the salmon
they cut with the knife
these guts under white supremacy sliced
deep cuts of the bright blue elegy for night
these diurnal
straight edge
kinky ape men
the definition of idiosyncratic; a beautiful, raw odyssey through depersonalization and free association against the canon and toward a new one Rhys Langston