Step through the spaces between atoms
and you can skydive through the sidewalk
or go to a B&B built of quarks, and, well, not
to be cheeky, but the up and down ones really
are more stable for longer lasting weekend fun.
Sennacherib still has Daddy issues, which he bemoans
while we sit in a Magh Meall neighborhood (one where
all the expatriates live) sipping a hot drink the color of
red you normally only see on Chinese buffets, and I wish
we’d focus on apiculture, or even Cenobite origami instead.
In a leather pouch tied to my belt I have stuffed extra
time salvaged from the office microwave, left unused,
carelessly discarded when not needed to reheat leftovers
that I wish I could pour into a bowl, cover with milk
and eat with a spoon to get some of my afternoon back.
Learn to focus on the sky and you can look back tens and
hundreds and thousands of light years, once hidden spectrums
of color becoming clear, and you will laugh at all the plodding
Disciples of Sisyphus as you realize the constellations are mostly
just images of cats God has posted throughout the Cosmos.
-- by Steve McKennon, 09 January 2014