smiling gods are better than leering

i'm going on a trip in two days.
for the frequent flyer this would not
be a big deal. jets take off and propel
themselves thru air many times a day
but i'm not on them. maybe i'm
the gravitational well that
knocks the engine off into yesterday
a donnie darko unbeknownst and deja vu
is the alternate
life beaming parasitic harmonics
into mine--- and perhaps, also into those strangers
who were in my dreams last nite.


i'm editing already. pragmatism
has rooted insidiously and is fuckin scared
of any indetermincancy. let it all fall as it would.
that;s what poetry sez
pragatism just won't learn that learning
is not what it sells itself as. i mean, look at the
improbability drive. it picks up 2 doomed
hitchhikers based on a telephone number. why
wouldn't god play dice, einstein? you're
basing science on nothing but probability and you think
god ain't a gambler? you make me laugh.




so enough talking to the dead icons
let's be silent like the turtles at the pond
with their ninja hoods awaiting or hobbes'
jump onto calvin's laptop where the a & q keys
fall off in homage to the dark side of dare.


still, it's only a warning. they are placed
back on the keypads, somewhat off center
so that a becomes harder to type & possibly q\
as well. entropy steals another piece of dust soulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait's just a mask
of the possible. the designator doesn't really need
to be there, any more than ergonomically.


anyway, i tried to take it off again and it got all pissy
says look i'll just hang here, ok? i mean, it's looks pretty
lost down there where all that dust is hangin out.

the cat chases her tail even tho i tell how her cliche that is.
the joint's burnt down to happy hour.
i have a lotta packing to do, some other miles to go.
that plane better have me on it.
i have a fire to rise above.