|photo by Sweaty187|
Galileo & i sit, legs over the edge
of my medulla studying empty space
"is it helio-, geo- or ego?"
he's obviously been talking to Freud
who's in the corner with little Jack Horner
discussing things we put our thumbs in
G.G. adjusts his telescope,
bigger than mine, but vision is not determined
by the size of your instrument
"did you get the NFL tickets?"
he asks in a way that suggests deeper meaning
i am sure there is
in the clash of men to score & display
outlandish victory dances through end zones
as long as we pay to see it, why question
the Bengals led the league in arrests last year
now there is a stat
Rome never died, we just relive it
in present tense & truth matters little
ask Galilea's inquisition
"Nic! Nic! Nic! (nah) Nic! Nic! Nic!"
he mumbles & i never know if he means
Copernicus or Tesla, the latter
makes more sense
"Ooo look a shooting star!"
i point at what is obviously a neuron,
which he reminds me is not polite
(pointing or thoughts?) all that matters
is what is
in the center, it seems
& mentioning Tootsie Pops
at this point is probably not
a good idea
so we sit
enjoying each others gravity
and the view off the edge
where my marbles rolled
& were lost.
It's OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets...time to pull the pin on poetry and blow it up for a bit...among friends...write something....come join us. Doors open tomorrow at 3 pm EST.
Returned to work today, but still not feeling that great. Fever returned tonight as well, so I'll be around as I can.