Unlike an apple falling from a tree
We were floating aloft, hearts very free
The force we shared was magnetic
Drawing us closer like molecules in a compound
We defied the laws of motion
Embarking on a whirlwind of innovation.
Even when we rest, our emotions danced
A perpetual celebration!
But like any scientific experiment
Our reactions became unpredictable
The elements that once harmonized
Began to drift apart, signaling our end
Yet like liquids in a Bunsen burner
The chemistry in our hearts' laboratories lingers
Though as heteronuclear molecules we now stand
The chemistry we shared was truly grand.
Categories:
bunsen, 11th grade, blessing, desire,
Form: Free verse
We heard of the ambush
And we remembered George Bush:
A Radio-Announced Ambush
And we made for some bush,
The man in my front continually push …
One hell of a Lazing Runner
While my heart was Bunsen Burner.
Quick was I to condemn his speed,
Ready to it with fuel feed,
Sure survival was The Rare,
Whenever it became Guerrilla Warfare,
Smart shooters picking off their targets
While The pursued chiefly his teeth grits,
Doing the thing like a Mad March Hare
And choosing to not a lot care.
The man in my front was A Lousy Escapee,
Running and you’d think An Amputee.
Categories:
bunsen, anxiety, death, fear, violence,
Form: Rhyme
My partner is Bunsen burner
hot in the kitchen
hotter in the living room
hottest in the bedroom
This sweaty life I live
Fire brigade nowhere to find
Categories:
bunsen, metaphor, relationship, satire,
Form: Free verse
she gives me too much love
that is my spouse
and she bores me with it
she is too much faithful
and that is my wife
for a change I am searching again
for a nagging wife
that one who is Bunsen burner
to give me bitter pills
that I may be man enough
Categories:
bunsen, relationship, satire,
Form: Free verse
I crossed the yard
two-thirds awake,
intent upon
that coffee break:
young teacher hunk,
one tall, cool stud
(before the Night,
before the Flood,
before the Flight
of all that’s good,
before the Blight
brought down the Wood,
and damned spare tyres
dammed up the Gush),
I waded through
the schoolgirl crush.
Two slinky babes,
real dinky girls,
all legs and lips
and kinky curls
said “Come upstairs,
hang out with us:
we’ve got some ****
we could discuss.”
You think me stupid?
Yes, indeed-o.
They led me upstairs
by the libido.
With limbs so nimble,
movements fleet,
they steered me to
the science suite.
We pushed ajar
the green lab door,
and they weren’t smiling
any more.
They wanted me
to case the joint.
They’d brought me here
to make a point,
for Tippy Hedren
and Lee Remick
had drawn me in
for pure polemic.
That sterile world
of steel and glass:
that ingrained smell
of Bunsen gas!
You’d keep away
from high school labs
if you’d seen what
was on those slabs.
Categories:
bunsen, life,
Form: Rhyme
when I close me eyes
a sparkle and surprise
doth shimmer down
all the way
to me thighs...
am I ?
the reason Y
yr here? concentrating
on the small stuff
while you drive
I'll steer...
I like yr relationship philosophy
as stated in yr profile,
and I'll leave a bunsen burner on
as to get reaction from yr smile!
for chemistry and biology
are separate subjects from
our alterior motives
that show If
yr the One....
Categories:
bunsen, hope, passion, people, me,
Form: Rhyme