After writing this I searched youtube and discovered that this has already been done twice... one is about Darwin and the other is by the Beastie Boys.
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Hello dark room, my old friend
I've brought my western here again
This time my protein's not degraded
This time the signal's not yet faded
And the bands will stand out like a yellow fly
With white eyes
And shine the sound of Science
In LTL I walk alone
Cultures still have not yet grown
Giving up I return to home
My pain is growing like a new genome
But then I turn around and from Wawa I buy hoagies
and two coffees
To fuel the sound of Science
And on the cover slip I saw
ten thousand cells or maybe more
Cells dividing without splitting
Cells dividing without quitting
Cells secreting hormones that others will not use
And then they fused
And grew the sound of Science
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
My thesis like a cancer grows
Read my words that I might teach you,
Read your mail that I might reach you"
But my pleas, like a senior thesis fell
And landed
On the shelves of Science
And at last I bowed and prayed
For a thesis real or fake
Then the words of a distant cry
Echoed down from a young PI
And the voice said "the path to a paper is high-throughput cancer stem cells,
not a gel."
And it spoke with the sounds of Science.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
A series of awkward metaphors (or Modern poetry)
He shot me
with his eyes as I waited on the street corner
for the red light to turn green
with a plastic CVS bag
cradling half a gallon of milk and a box of tampons.
The smoke cleared
from my eyes and I saw him diffuse into the atmosphere
of our local tavern happy hour.
We mixed red wine with our hearts
And devoured each cup like thirsty grad students.
I told him how he shot me
and he offered to show me his gun-
I told him that the light was still red.
"We both want the same thing,"
he whispered into my eyes,
but personally I thought it was the other way around.
His bed looked just like a frozen waterfall
and felt about the same.
But before long the bed was singing,
the song was sweating,
the sweat was pulsing,
the pulse was bleeding,
the blood was smelling,
the smell was tasting
the taste was icing,
the ice was melting.
And when we fell apart
like two used kitchen sponges, wrung together then carelessly tossed aside,
I gazed down at my weary carcass
and thought to myself
"Fuck. I left the milk out."
with his eyes as I waited on the street corner
for the red light to turn green
with a plastic CVS bag
cradling half a gallon of milk and a box of tampons.
The smoke cleared
from my eyes and I saw him diffuse into the atmosphere
of our local tavern happy hour.
We mixed red wine with our hearts
And devoured each cup like thirsty grad students.
I told him how he shot me
and he offered to show me his gun-
I told him that the light was still red.
"We both want the same thing,"
he whispered into my eyes,
but personally I thought it was the other way around.
His bed looked just like a frozen waterfall
and felt about the same.
But before long the bed was singing,
the song was sweating,
the sweat was pulsing,
the pulse was bleeding,
the blood was smelling,
the smell was tasting
the taste was icing,
the ice was melting.
And when we fell apart
like two used kitchen sponges, wrung together then carelessly tossed aside,
I gazed down at my weary carcass
and thought to myself
"Fuck. I left the milk out."
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