Monday, December 27, 2010

Organic Reactions

I want to sneak up from behind,
A carbanion attacking a carbonyl;
Even then, she wouldn’t notice me.

I want to find her in the aqueous layer,
Separate her out with a tilt of my funnel,
And distill, till I could see her color.

Once, I had asked her out,
Boldly, a strong electrophile,
Grasping for a partner. She said,
Her research does not end;
It is always a weekend-type
Of reaction. Another weekend,
I would not see her.

I want to hydrolyze my own bonds,
Strong attracted to her,
Into weaker forces. Saponified,
I disperse, when she looks at me.

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