imagine a switch that you could
flip to turn day into
night—
shutting the sun off like
a halogen lamp dissipating blue to
black revealing blinking
stars and emptying streets of
people and cars
gone, will be all signs of life
(or at least, into hiding:
beneath rooftops and cotton
Sheets—where i’d really rather
be
with you)
at the flip
of a switch.
The greatest part of every trick is the prestige and the end,
Where what has disappeared gets to return to existence.
Now I have disappeared and shall not return until the end of this show.
I will continue to boggle people’s mind with my presence or lack there of until the end
I love my new dvr
taping everything near and far
making me wonder how I went through life
devoid of this key to ending strife.
I hate employers that do not
call you back to crush your
dreams and turn you down
because not knowing is
the hardest thing.
all too many people
shy away from the topic of poo
out of fear of offending
their mothers reading
their works when they finally
publish their own book
someday
the sieve can address it all
from rape to cannibalism
when we want to say pants
we say trousers
if i say trunk, i mean both
the ass of the car
and a garment to cover your ass
whilst you swim
i have boldly gone where you
have not
the deep has never challenged me
hover, and hold
squatting will keep you from having
to squeeze
but dont fall in
or you’ll become famous
you nobody.
being clever day in and day
out
for me
is far easier
than maintaining
this heavy
ego
