It's there.
Right underneath your feet.
Between the cells of your body
indeed between your atoms as well.
The Universe.

The great planes roll past,
airport windows.
Their tall fantails
like the dorsal fins of giant orcas.

Sometimes
when the night long,
and sleep short...
Old ghosts gather
close around me.
Of them all
the one
I always look for
among old lovers
and lost friends,
are your
welcoming eyes.

Heaven smells like a hospital
Clean and sterile like Sunday morning.
Hell reeks like a bar
after a sweaty Saturday night.

Oh Goddess, Mother Earth
Madonna of the squirming world.
Yours is of the soil.
The stench of life... ****, ****, ***
and dirt.
The churning nitty gritty.
In the garden,
behind the barnyard...
in the wreckage of a bed
bent over the kitchen table.
Goddess, Life.
I worship you
In all
your sweaty glory.

Yeah, you're special.
So am I.
So is everybody.
So what?

Somewhere is the future
we would have had,
had...