At Home

A mouse tells me these things
about the universe, like

"Everything's made of wheat thins,"
      "The thinnest wheat thins ever," and
"Miniscule ghosts inhabit your heart,"
      "(They inhabit everything else, too)":      .

What good is it, Mickey, to
tell me about the universe
if these facts
shatter my entire universe,
anyway?

Comforts

Pipe tobacco and peppermint tea,
two little comforts from two little leaves,
the only things I ever will need.

Song

      Only silent as it gets:
through pillows, you're swimming.
      Only softly down it sets
from daybreak till dimming:
            Blanket on the ground.

      Only silent as it gets:
marshmallows, and you're falling.
      The child the ground below forgets
till mother is calling:
            Chocolate in your mouth.

      Silent, silent, and it's dark;
dark orange lights cake.
      Sleeping is a meadowlark
from now till daybreak:
            Listen to its sound,
            never flying south,
            listen to the sound.

Toast

What do you like to put on your toast?
Usually butter and jam, but sometimes I like to put cream cheese on it.
Oh. I like piss on my toast.

Sitting at a Desk

And then I am left
feeling like this:

With footskin slapping scratchy asphalt
and icy air flowing through mouth, throat, lungs
and giddy, squirmy stomach fluttering
and every stringy muscle stretching, squishing,
my body running in the dark;


With mind elsewhere upward pondering
and soul falling out of my body
and body bare, barely existing
and heart abstract, disintegrating
my self entire flying through outer space;


With mind elsewhere upward falling out of my body
and soul existing
and body bare, barely disintegrating
and heart abstract pondering,
my self entire flying through outer space;


With footskin flowing through mouth, throat, lungs
and icy air fluttering
and giddy, squirmy stomach stretching, squishing
and every stringy muscle slapping scratchy asphalt,
my body running in the dark.


Not done.