Good gulf, we all waste
a little space on this earth.
Fortunately,

there's cyberspace to conquer
and waste. Cybertime, however,
just scrolled past.

Palimpsests. I like absurd things.
Ducks. Sports. Comments. Fuck,
all of the above.

Everybody and everything
is absurd. Comments? "Fuck."
Again, there is a lot to like,

more to glorify. The crosses were
pretty, and if I couldn't scurry
below the stars

around a stage, for a minute,
I'd like to be hung

upside down,
holding the figure
four. For all of you,

it was only a matter of time
before poems

were unleashed. We're all
unleashed.