When a poet writes
His heart on paper
Or a songwriter sings
Her silent whims
They share the medium
Of space and senses
On which their thoughts
Become reality

Man, I sure do wish I was up in space
Flying and gliding
Slowing and observing
Checking out comets
Maybe having a cup of tea with Mars
Or maybe like, a Diet Coke
Whatever Mars would prefer, I suppose
Except not Diet Rite
Because what kind of life
     anyway
If I were in space
I'd want to dance with Pluto
And chat with Jupiter
I'd ride the tides of spacetime to find
The asteroids of ice - I'd take a knife and grind a slice
Stick it in my drink
I didn't forget
About my tea-party with Mars
"Man, this is stellar!" I'd exclaim, far too often
I'd journey on a boat
Or a spaceship
Or nothing
To the center of the galaxy
And I'd probably think something like,
"I knew this place was pulling me."

Liquids and lipids
North and south
Fatty and lean
Mouth-to-mouth
Resuscitation
Breathe
In and out
I think I need the Heimlich too
Compress my chest
Until I come to

He has a lot of photons in his pocket
Waiting to be taken out
And thrown about
But every time he reaches in
To grab a handful or two
They slip right through his fingers
Because they're fast
Quite literally the speed of light
Energy driven by momentum
And that's just what he
Needs

spinning violently
the roaring rush dampened by
dark infinity

Precipitation
I felt the raindrops
Hit my lungs
Like a cigar
I wasn't supposed to wholly inhale
But I breathed deeply
As if the earth were a hookah
With endless coals
Lit
As the street lights
Illuminated each drop
I only missed
One or two

Guaranteed satisfaction
Limited supply
Get it fast - run!
Our sale ends
In 30 seconds
Trample your neighbor
And buy the best one
Bend over
And check it out
Head to the register
And we'll apply the discount
We promise

With my hands on my hips
I looked back at the job that was just completed
All day in the field
Plowing and sowing
The suns beam was strong
There wasn't any wind
Just the hot glaring sun
My mouth was dry
Lips were parched
Back was tired
And my feet were aching
As I sighed and walked away
I was happy, pleased
And convinced
That life don't get no better than this