heisenburg pinball: how words come. (for mom.)

"the more precisely one property is measured, the less precisely the other can be measured."


a pre-boil hiss of bubbles,
thats how its starts, and then the heat causes
colored sand to jump into saint shapes
and fall into belly ground.
vuluptious air fills it like a pocket
making marbles
smooth and perfect
float upward, through pink stomach holes
when it orbits a lung or maybe a heart
until it rolls like a bowling ball
out of the shroud,
on to its metal tongue
and can be tasted there,
can be understood by its circumference,
density, and flavor
around the mouth. could be
blue birds, or tennis shoes.
the gray stained laces flopping like ostrich necks
over the bottom lip.