I just wanted to tell you. . .
That nine times eight is seventy-two
And yesterday a little dog was killed
on the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Rainbows bleed infrared
And balloons can only hold
A finite amount
of a little boy’s breath
My mind screamed suddenly
At the realization that its
Imprisonment meant
It could not fly
off to that space
I was dreaming
distant spiral galaxy
And thirty-seven decades ago
Imagination could not even mate
With the brilliant golden leaf
That twisted seductively
On that maple tree standing
Just ten feet away
I am so incurably
Primitive
And consciousness
A nymphomaniac
Locked inside a nunnery
Disgusted at the triviality
That calls itself my existence.
I just wanted to tell you. . .
That this is but an electron
Slammed at speeds beyond reason
In some cavern beneath the Alps
While the rest of me
Went to sleep.
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