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
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.