We got into a math discussion
Ascending from teaching her students:
De Moivre’s Theorem
Polar coordinates of ‘i’
Then
Transforming into favorite numbers
Mine: 1, 3, 13
Hers: 6
I said that six is perfect
As shown in the Aliquot Sequence
Which transfers / charts to a constant
flat line of perfect 6’s
Yet my faves are deficient descending
Quickly to 1’s
bottoming out
She asked why
Why all the math
then I told her the secret
that one no one knows
I failed the entrance exam
Then
I swore an oath that day
It’ll be the last deficient catastrophe
I want to tell her
There are new numbers
I’m adopting
Still considering
Now
Please note my new prized numbers
25, 95, 909
Lead On
I’m heavy with natural elements
Leading you down corridors
Windy and winding with gusts
Exploding in a vacuum packed
With chloroform and techno-color
Picking up my leafless body
Chucking it against your face
Blinding at times tormenting perhaps
As I twist about in the hallway
Stalling and looking for direction
While I complicate with toxic weight
And stymie motion toward the door
As it is I who needs to be contained
Separated from all chemistry
Adapting to laws of natural order
Separate spaces for mind and body
So that you can thrust lead swords
Thru my basket casing
Piercing my entirety
Then I can be holy.
