Today's poem is by Philip Fried
The Quantum Mechanics of Everyday Life
God doesn't play dice with the world.
Schrödinger's cat hid out on the Lower East Side,
Incognito genius of quantum mechanics,
Preferring to use his play-dead circus tricks
To nip my mother's calves and brutalize
Mice. Spooked kid, she made the 12-foot dash
From bathroom to bed, barely ahead of that feline's
Canines and leapedinto her nonagenarian's
Scoliotic stoop. From flame to ash
In a blink and a nip. Now, victim or acolyte
Of crazycat, she's always re-running that sprint
From meydele to elter and back, an event
Cum thought experiment, mit yiddishkeit.
God to Einstein: My universe, my bones,
My house, my rules, my ivories, my tombstones.
Copyright © 2017 Philip Fried All rights reserved
from Squaring the Circle
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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