Wearing the Pale Rationality of God’s Great Silent Frock

Christ I think about somewhere everything

Dispersing those infinite leaves falling thinly

That old man with the strange eyes finally

Dying and I imagine bushes everywhere

In my head catching fire the lachrymose

Clouds bumping into sad skyscrapers kapow!

Then sad thunder but happy rain of course

I assume all the feverishly colorful carousels

Cavort and carouse when I’m not looking

I’m not sure and this too is a brutal mystery

O ukulele I love you you’re such a cutie pie

When you’re done slapping the spineless

Books in my library press control-alt-delete

Then the fragrant cross-fade of now to when