We say hello to the sky
As we sail the dreamland cloud sea:
White, pink, blue, frosting crests, sweet toothpaste tundra,
And those soft froth waves that lap
Like puppies at our silver heels.
I am an astronaut, weightless, above California,
Head over heels over lights that if you squint
Look just like galaxies, gorgeous nebulas, orbiting wonder-stars.
That city is Jupiter; that city is Mars.
I see a Dipper; I don’t know which one,
And it is beautiful.
Tide-beckoned, time-swept, swirling purple-gold skies rearrange
themselves, eventually, into grid cities,
Locked into straight sets of straight dots of straight lights,
Vast, vertexed circuit boards connecting the endless flow of information,
Wires twined through their long, bright neon shoelace highways
That thread themselves off what must be the edge of the world.
It is synthetic,
And it is beautiful.
We mirror the stars
In our ambition,
We little specks;
We demonize the anthills we build.
You might think that humanity
Isn’t as ugly as they tell you. •

Melting, wondrous, goodness.
The smell intoxicates my lungs,
But it lingers out of my reach.
My nose edging towards the counter,
Only centimeters away.
I whine to make my human aware,
She yells, “Dude shut up!”—
Snapping my brain from the cheese.
So, I bow my head in sadness.
My human watches me and sighs.
She walks over to the cheese and picks it up.
Leaning down, she hands me the cheese.
I open my mouth,
Grabbing the heavenus flavor with my jowls.
I swallow it whole,
But it bounces off the back of my throat
And retches out my mouth,
Covered in goober.
So I look down at my cheese and
Quickly snatch it, gobbling it up.
I hear my human say,
“God! You’re an idiot sometimes.” •

I sit in a quiet room:

The clock ticks, it’s almost noon.
Is this room really silent,
Or does the noise lie latent?

The tick tock of the clock sounds,
The dull chatter buzzes around,
The tapping of someones foot,
Too much noise for my brain to input.

Tick tock,
Tap tap,
Chitter chatter,
Chat chat,
She said,
He said,
This and that.

B r e a t h

A room is never quiet:
Never try to deny it.
I never learned to drown out sound
Because it is always around. •

The magnificent being looms over the field,
Its tendrils flow in the wind like strains of hair.
A mysterious,
Earthy
Brown.
Its scales of bark
Patched with many shades:
A healthy,
Wondrous,
Green.
The waterless seaweed flows.
Oh what a stunning,
Remarkable tree. •