You were very cold;
I was very mellow.
I offered you my blanket;
You let me share your pillow.

The prophets were despondent --
Our futures far adrift:
No glimpse of fated union;
No hope of such a gift.

Then on the back of Time,
Through empty realms of space,
Fled cold and weary Past --
Farewell to that disgrace!

You were very cold;
I was very mellow.
I offered you my blanket;
You let me share your pillow.

I will I will be excellent
I will be will be excellent
I will be ex- be excellent
I will be excel- excellent
I will be excellent — Again!

I will I will …

We cannot create
heaven or earth —
nor must we,
for these are given.

But waters encroach,
fish float,
beasts perish,
and humans fall prey
to darkness.

So we must write,
must write just
to let there be,
let there be light!

The salesman at the door
is looking for a need;
if he doesn't find one,
he weaponizes greed.

No need to be rude
to this simple working man
who satisfies desires
in everyone he can.

Just let him know you're happy
with everything you've got,
and he'll be on his way
to someone who's not.

Unglorified victories
are glorious yet.
No one knows
what the novice knows
as he goes from worse
to better.
The consequence is small,
of course -- too small for pros
to care to notice.
Yet every pro
is a glorified novice.

"We'll divide our time
between living and dead,"
they said to themself
getting out of bed.

"Today we'll die,
and tomorrow we'll live."
Then they showered, got dressed,
and left for work.

She ***** the breath
from every word
and chews it up
like bubble gum.

Then, daintily,
she wraps it up
in tissue paper
for the can.