Say Hello To My Little Friends!!

Say Hello To My Little Friends

Neutrinos are the gnomes of the universe.
We can only see them out the corner of our instruments
and we can never catch them....never will.
You see, they don’t exist in any sort of
when or then, and are barely here right now.
They are, I think, parts and pieces of something
disassembled,
something prematurely destroyed,
seeking always to put itself back together into....
something totally weird and off the cosmic wall.
They bang around motorless,
borrowing energy from things that don’t exist yet,
and they smell.
They smell like dead ozone, like space gone bad,
like rotting photons kept in a jar
until the light is......gone.
You know that fart smell in a room
when no one’s there?
Neutrinos.
Hold out your hand.
There’s a trillion of them.
The little fuckers give me nightmares.
I know they’ll eat my brain if given a chance.
I considered putting a layer of aluminum foil
inside my hat but its too late.
I’ve already spent too much time
in neutrino storms, in particle fogs,
and there’s no way to repair the damage already done.
They’re in my eyes, too.
They’ve built little forts in there
and send up flares when I try too focus,
when I try to write about the "wrong things".
I was never paranoid before, before.....
you know, the neutrinos came.
Now, I’m a mess.
Don’t really know what to do.
I considered living in a steel room
or never getting out of my car
but then I found out
they just zip right through all that.
That’s the other thing.
I know they’re tearing tiny holes in me,
leaving skid marks in my heart and brain,
going for little river rides
in my synopsis and veins.
I know now that I am merely a puppet,
manipulated by neutrino civilizations
who make me wave my arms about
and say silly things.
I follow what the physicists say.
I smile when they talk about
great neutrino mysteries
and how the little fuckers are so
interesting, fascinating.....
Please!
They’re playing us for fools!
Oh... then there’s anti-neutrinos,
zipping around in anti-time,
turning backwards into forwards,
turning maybes into nothing much.
we’re doomed....
"Say hello to my little friends....."