That's the junk
The matter that matters
For powder and chunk
Time takes time?
How does that happen?
Goals make goals
Chicken scratch on my napkin
Plans eat plans
And answers seek answers
Personalities grow
And seek mood enhancers
The highs get high
And the lows sink low
With speculators
Speculating how things will go
Verbs eat verbs
And nouns noun nouns
Fortunes exchange
With a plastic crown
It's fragile and volatile
A creepy black belch
All the garden of eden
Has been taught how to felch
Whether they like it
Or whether they care
Doesn't much matter
To matter like hair
'Cuz things that grow, grow
And things that don't, stay
Fixed in a place
Shuffled any which way
Growth is combined
With a need to survive
And that is how must of us
Seem to arrive
A poem must poem
From pen-hand to shelf
So it can get shuffled
'Cuz it can't write itself
It must reach things that grow
And understand words
Which rules out guerrillas
Lizards and birds
And all that can't move
Gets used by what can
And that which moves slowly
Gets used up again
If it's too big to move
It's a magnificent thing
And that's why the mountains
And sea should be king
Earthen deposits
Water and wind
Are under control
And so I rescind
Fire is master
But we've mastered that
And so you can't blame us
For sounding old hat
Something is next
We just don't know what
If it learns how to crawl
It will soon after strut
--
4.09.08
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