the classical dynamics of particle motion

hollywood boulevard

stepping on stars

so many people

so many lights

 

i can hardly see a single star

in the late night sky

 

but it doesn’t matter

so many lights in the sky are an illusion

they died long ago

 

but so have most of these names

on hollywood boulevard

and those who haven’t

i imagine are also an illusion

 

but as always i digress

our exterior is just our best guess

and meaning is not found in hollywood

 

or in the late night sky

or in all these people passing me by

i’d rather walk these dark streets of decay

then let mr. hubbard have any sway

 

i stop in one of the many pizza places

and have a slice

go back on the boulevard

and smell the joints walking by

and pull a bottle from my jacket pocket and drink

 

no one notices, no one cares

this is the universe i want to share

utter chaos is beauty

mass populace makes me not matter

finally everyone gets it

 

existential physicists cannot live in a small town

with their restrictions and their frowns

“we can’t because of this, that or the other thing”

en masse there is no reasoning

just ignorance of selfish obliviousness

indifference to atoms, photons, electrons and nucleus

 

 

just let me be selfish, get out of my way

nothing else matters not even decay

who cares if dirac learned how to speak

i’m surrounded by tourist and all kinds of freaks

 

the universe breeds only things that will die

tonight i’m not asking one question why

my actions mean nothing to no one but me

and you know what? i’m finally free

 

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