Physics (Saturday, September 12th, 2020)

“Physics”

About bloody fucking time,
he thought,
that his brilliant
investment—
his entire
life’s savings!—yielded any
profit

but… as Bob Dylan sings in his song “Idiot Wind,” “I can’t help it
if I’m lucky,”
& so… neither could he “help it…”…
…neither when his “blood, sweat, & tears”
free-fell meanly (so it seemed) in vain
nor when he
finally
reached the “critical mass,” “tipping point,” & “struck gold”
& just like that,
“from rags to riches”
…b/c… like all
things,
he was not
independent
of physics;
rather, he was a distinct
piece
of physics.

His genetics
& reality’s
physics
mixed & reacted
in the form
of “his”
serendipitous
thought
to invest as he did
and legally receive
trillions
of dollars that he could refer to as

…HIS…

…to spend or save as he saw fit.

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Author: Poetry by Sean O'Connor

Hi, I'm Sean. I’m a poet. My favorite poets, my literary role models, are Bob Dylan and John Lennon; I also draw heavily from the fiction of Thomas Mann, the non-fiction of Phillip Lopate, and the prose of David Foster Wallace. Other poets and writers I love include Percy Shelley, Lord Byron, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Claude McKay, and A.E. Stallings, Milan Kundera, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Robert Musil, Susan Sontag, Leslie Jamison, Michel de Montaigne, and Ralph Waldo Emerson, My themes tend towards the philosophical and psychological, exploring the idea of what it might mean and be like to live an ever improving life. I’m currently pursuing my MFA in Creative & Professional Writing at William Paterson University, where I also received my BA in Liberal Studies (with concentrations in Political Science & History). I also work as a writing tutor for Raritan Valley Community College. Aside from my writing, I’m vehemently political, fascinated with human sexuality, open about my polyamory and…I love dogs. My wife and I adopted a Siberian mix from St. Hubert’s Animal Welfare Center in October of 2019.

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