Four Elegies towards the Grand Unification of Poetry

I. Academic Festival Elegy

Eyepiece, monocle de mon oncle, May,
Under Milk Wood, fixed in two-(by)-two arrays.
Begs inverse questions
to kindling lusts they modified.
Erstwhile philanderers singing bawdy lullabies,
of "tarry, tarry yet, and yet!
Light's no matter, our ally, even."

For some length of time,
I was why we porcine plankwalkers
found ourselves contained.
Our fiery spirits quenched,
we, so drenched in mediocrity,
lose love for old gods,
and enjoin (For the love of God!) daily
constitutionals. All ye walkers, mourn.
Name and number each brick
on your way to Konigsberg.
Lay your soul down in (O I say these are)
the places where we'll lay.

2. Elegy for the Nuclear Family

Lord willing, we'll go out today
for lunch. Minor prophets would
seethe should you suggest otherwise.

My eye! Minor prophets? Who's going
to give them the talking to they deserve?

Hosea and a whore, Jonah and some stinking fish's
stomach acid, Noah (not minor, probably, and
half-prophet at best) drunk and naked? These men revered?

My father wasn't like anybody in holy scripture,
I don't think. Maybe a bit of Gideon and a pinch
of that guy who fished a lot before some guy said
quit your moneymaking and watch me do miracles
for a while. Most men like that just want to know
if Jesus likes the sea, and if he did they'd learn
to turn their eyes down at a woman. Especially mothers.

3. Elegy for Nucleic Acids

I was going to attempt writing a poem made
entirely of the letters "A", "T", "G", "C" and "U",
but after cut tag cat tug gut act tact I realized
how goodly number of scientists are not only narrow-minded
and dull, but also can't pick five letters to represent
nucleotides that poets can have much fun with.

4. Elegy for the first Nucleus

For America and no place else
the neutrons near ran their little
feet off trying to get to you,
crashing some evening get-together,
guest list two-hundred-thirty-five in all.
Yelling some strange rendition of Yankee Doodle
so infectious that inspired party-goers leaped up
to invade neighbors' homes with similar effect.

Unfortunately for scientists,
enough to send some country reeling
wasn't close to what would make these
in and out and in and outs again
drop a quark, or get quirkily near.

here's the verse

seventeen million pixels in the iris
of the average jpeg of a human face
and guaranteed at least once
you'll choose one for loving
from the seventeen that couldn't
give color to your eyes if they wanted to