there are moments when
I am, from myself, briefly removed-
enough to realize how great I really am,
- now is one of those times
(so hold on to your skull)
all the energy in my sneeze
as it pushes its way through my body
at binding speeds
all the energy
that falls forward
pausing my personal time and space
(a feat for me, at least)
and forcing my eyes to close
THAT is a TINY THING MY BODY DOES
and I don’t even want it to happen
so just wait for it
because when I can muster
all the energy of a tiny sneeze
to feel something for you
to take idea for a tiny vacation of the mind
some place quiet,
warm and dry
but not at all reaching
the evil extremes of any such foolishness
and write them into a poem
O man, are you in trouble then.