flying home in a taxi
to asteroid B612
that gravitates around
the center of its solar system
hostage to the law of gravity
into the black hole
laying the thin line between
berserk and fine
in place
orderly colums of
Sundays Mondays tedious midweek Wednesdays Thursdays
and the mythical gratefulness
in Thank-God-It's-Friday
Saturday comes
in the yawn
of a security guard
at the end of it
a futile quest for
objet trouves
to attach for limbs
flying home on a txi
to asteroid B612
the cosmos sing:
"There it goes up in the sky
There it goes beyond the clouds
for no reason why..."
then static.
high-pitched
the zing!
of silence
its thousand letter I's
stretching in a line
into
a future in salvage.
