Plaster from Paris exploded
in a summer sunburst
as I was watching a droplet's
rapid evaporation
from a flagstone slab.
The time has come
for God's recreation:
bricks, gates, and windows
collapse and rearrange themselves
into what can only be called
"playground."
Hush now, prime
tanning hours are but minutes away.
Perhaps
I could nuke you
a cup of coffee
to help you
wake up?
Maybe
I could do you
a favor
and lay a thorn along the lion's path?
We now know
the popular program Jeopardy!
induces what can only be called
schizophrenia, just as the smell of gasoline
goes hand in hand
with fear and love
of the sun.
I must have slept through today and
awoken Tomorrow;
I knew what She was saying.
