Into my bed again,

Where I am a rock and inertia’s fast grip wills me easily into unconsciousness

Well, as close to it as I can get

“If I could sleep forever I could forget everything…”

I’m in bed and I wake up with words, words—

I’m sick of words

Words as imperfect symbols

Demarcating interpretations of the movement through synapses

Buzz buzzing piercing the skin

Rip off this shell

Find things to break

Rage not enough

Glass splicing the beautiful sound of shattering on concrete (bits of shell)

Cigarette butts, cheap pee, and rats that scurry

Is it via instinct or training of the rats that when my proximity perfectly pronounces itself

I have an instant of influence over them?

It’s true communion when I keep an unfamiliar rhythm

I’m very slowly anticipating

Head down, throwing bottles, no one cares

Back to unity with appropriations of acceptable conduct

Conducting a silent formless non-credent pulsating reverberation

With feet that are not my own

On a sidewalk built for the everyman

Who is he? No one knows—“he was a most peculiar man”

“…He lived all alone within a house
within a room, within himself…”

Gaseous gases—I can’t help but breathe them,

But how many waves, signals pass through me every instant

So uninhibited

I cannot control man’s inventions

Can competition fuel moral autonomy?

How ‘bout Uranium? It produces infinite fission—

Only found in isotopes,

Not a real metal,

It must be extracted

“Hell, Sputnik ain’t got nothin’ on us, Roger.”

The Spirit of Columbia’s Discovery suggested that insulation can be dangerous, and greatness requires great risk

But this instant’s our only Opportunity and

“One giant leap for mankind” can’t save a little girl from starving—

Or a missal from destroying a silent spring night in a city dry, dry, dry

Father and I looked on real-time, the first time the action could be seen

Instantaneously: three, two, one; lights, camera, action!

I think he had had just one stroke, then

We watched ourselves act in the names of freedom and

The eradication of terrorists

We’re just moving rubble around

Autocatalysis wasted energy wasted space wasted matter

Crumbling, disintegrating,

Earth burning, sucking up all the oxygen in the atmosphere

Now that little girl can’t even breathe

What are our fundamental rights as human beings?

“…you’ll have fun, fun, fun, ‘till your daddy takes the T-bird away”

Black Hawks, fighter jets, diamond formation, Thunderbirds, eagles,

Carrion Comfort, playing dead, passed out, cracked earth, gaps growing,

Cockroaches for billions of years,

Spike-forming tessellations dizzy sparkling Broadway and 9^th street

Shattered glass wearing into sand castles for crabs and seaweed

Red tide, hypoxia, toxins, dead fish, upturned horseshoes, and flies swarming, oh my!

And the sky is falling! Tigger, Piglet, Mr. Rabbit

Oh, hello, Alice—

Dreaming, were you?

None of it was real…Guess you never became a queen after all…

And you were so sure you’d find all the answers when you got to the eighth square

Within the confuddled confines of yourself

“The only question is how far down the rabbit hole do you want to go?”

Vacuums, space, infinity, entropy, order, unity, string theory

“I can remember best things which happened the week after next”

You have one chance to get everything right and you must create one perfect memory—that’s your heaven

What would you choose?

Of all the stars, a dying star was chosen to make a wish upon

You can pay to name a star, ya know?

We Americans own the galaxy

Galaxy Lanes Bowling Alley—Nick, Annie, James, Tabitha, Jamie, Lauren

Bye, guys

I escaped from Cape Coma, Florida

I did not escape myself

At least there was a decent “J-Bird” sandwich and good coffee place in Paradise

Where Father rested, comatose, sweating—

“Find some sugar, put it in his mouth, and keep him from choking on his tongue!

Quickly—dial 911 and keep that dog from barking!”