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Poem: Chemistry

Chemistry

Patrick T. Reardon

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The 1904 book is chemistry formulas

for mixing drinks, and, paging through,

I wonder, if the bartender blueprint

for Whiskey Daisy No. 3 calls for one

wine glass of whiskey, does No. 2 use

half a wine glass or two wine glasses?

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In No. 8, is blueberry syrup substituted

for pineapple syrup?

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By No. 37, are we talking now of cocoa

and salt?

In the moment before explosion,

when he has raised the gun

and I have seen the metal,

we will be twins

again together

in the womb.

Is this a blueprint for ice cream cake

by No. 184?

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For German goulash by No. 586? For the

atom bomb by No. 1,949?

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By No. 4,533, is this “Pilgrim’s Progress”?

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By No. 65,973, “Summa Theologica”?

The banks tonight are high.

A lone man walks the dark.

He too feels

the pull of the falls.

Is this a map to the treasure, shiver me

timbers, by No. 165,341?.

A route to the Garden of Eden by No.

432,008? A chart to Heaven by No.

768,549?

The valley is a waiting place,

a place to wait forever.

Does God consult Whiskey Daisy No.

1,856,396 to learn the meaning of life?

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Or simply for a stiff drink at the end of

day?  Or the world?

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Patrick T. Reardon

10.19.21

This poem originally appeared in Subterranean Blue Poetry, Volume IX Issue V. May, 2021.

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