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.