poole thinks about god’s back-up plan (and other stuff)

 

 

1

 

overall life is medium

rare. i mean not too

bad. mostly even sometimes

amazing. except for

stones sticks

guillotines verbal

 

napalm gas chambers

maidens of iron into

final encore

 

of hypersonic

boomy boom

booms. 

 

oh. wait. look at that:

a

sunflower.

 

2

 

okay. i think

i get it. or get some things

a bit. a little bit

 

sitting on my chair

on ye olde earth

floating while typing

 

in a closet without

walls whose light

recharges 24/7

 

for nine billion years

which is almost as much

as eight turned sideways

 

which is just exactly enough

for human beans to

crack time travelling dna.

 

 

3

 

and i bet

you have labs full

of shapeshifting back-ups

 

jiggling realities spinning

new galaxies into spare

parts like my eyes like

 

mine

blinking while

thinking right

 

right now

about the how

of all.

 

just another cotton

candy brain testifying

on a field of yes.

 

4

 

maybe you keep

the rules

for all this

 

and me

crumpled

in the inner

 

pocket

of your white

dinner jacket.

 

maybe one day

you could paint

some of the easier

mantras on a few

jet trail clouds

floating past.

 

5

 

because these caramelized myths

and ferrying fairy tales

are really just ours.

 

but maybe these tongues

and fingers

are yours too. huh.

 

so tonight i’ll start

by saying thanks

before i end

 

and i’ll pay more attention

tomorrow when i release all

these firefly ponderings

 

from a simple skin

machine tapping out

black tracks of sky.