Something Anything Nowhere Forever

A cloud of ideas, floating like a sea lion…
mists of mal-formation… uncontained,
dripping over no edges… there are no edges…
but it is dripping… bread dough…
the expanding universe…and big,
like the ocean to a fish, like the
heavens to a bird. Like all stories.
With blue in it, and red in it, and purple in it,
and pink and brown… the thumb of a rat
the voice of the black man on the corner
by the light post, his tear, his cheek…
the way she looked at you that night;
you got on the crowded bus with a suitcase
and a backpack, were driven away,
and became nothing...
you and I sat and talked, once...
The bones that make the body...
laughter, laughter. Behind our faces,
beneath our feet, wherever we don’t look…