I'm as far out in the galaxy
as I can be without drifting off
look through a telescope
and you can see
just a little blip of light
letting out a cough
into the big unknown
and that is me, throned on the couch
pipe in my mouth
being devout to the books
that I read, full of credit
and greed,
feeding off the words
the steely adjectives
the scrumptious verbs
I was always meant to
delve into ink
from my
birth
from my
birth