Hypotheticail composites particails
Without valence quarks consisting solely of glutons
difficult to indetify in
particule accelerators
they mix with ordin
meson states
F+0///P=H, C++1 or
equivalant f+0
pions, keons pair
of eta mesons (13)
Jpc????????????mass gluons jets
0++???1730+80 me V?c2
2++ 2400 + 120 me V?c2
0-+ 2590 + 130 Me V?c2
Yana Mills
Mesons and Baryans
two to three Quarks
Pseudo-Scaler F=1
(Vestor Boson)
$$$$$$______$$$$$$!!!!
Categories:
accelerators, earth, science,
Form: Bio
Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Categories:
accelerators, life, memory,
Form: Free verse
The macrocosm weaved you into actuality,
spun you into instrumentality.
Made of cosmos, you are irrevocably fused,
embedded in the stream of being.
The microcosm energizes you into dynamism,
induces you in electromagnetism,
the photons of your incarnation dance
in every glance, prance in every instance
of your continuance.
Love’s subatomic particles collide in accelerators,
misbehaving in violation of known laws,
hinting at energies and synergies illuding science,
feasibly disclosing deeper sentience at the tiller.
Emergent property somehow remembered, redolent,
vaguely fragrant in your cycle of life and death,
your mortal path. Feeling your numbered days,
you cherish every crescendo, treasure every tranquility,
reenacting, craving, trying to punctuate, prolong,
pausing to savor every ecstasy
to which you are connected.
Categories:
accelerators, creation, deep, god, memory,
Form: Free verse
Language flowing out the corridor
Hoofprints of history juxtaposed
The unsettled gashes of human experience
Returning again to unfold new contours
Armed to the teeth
Our story replete, posted
From ancient backdoors
Charging mystic dreaming banshees
What planes will we walk?
As extreme inches have been carved
The hustle to flow capital gravitates
Through the backs of skulls
Highways like particle accelerators
Feet to photons on asphalt glass
Barriers pounce at break neck speed
Charging the stolen past
And the fantasized future
Categories:
accelerators, devotion, education,
Form: Free verse