There were rocks that crashed
There was life that knew
And stuffs that didn’t.
Some could spell well
and some could lift 10 times their weight
And some were ships
And some were freight.
Some said “hello”.
And others were gas in a giant black hole
Life began here
And continued there.
Time itself bent on the turn of a screw.
Lots of us killed
While a lot of us died
And the same rocks made us fight for and give up our lives
Molecules coalesced and evolved
Rocks became solar systems
And atoms became bodies
And everything, more complicated due to entropy
And then people died
Cause that’s what life does.
And rocks still spun
’round their respective suns.
I loved you,
As I always have—
Before you were born
And after god died.
Energy danced till the illusion of mass
Made it seem as if we were Not just thoughts and gas,
As if objects were real
And the universe was not one
gigantic bullet in the brain of a gun.
The dinosaurs drank tea with Othello
And a fellow who saved the whole world
By hanging from metal.
The planets spun faster to run
And the faster we chattered
The more we each mattered.
And each time the needle skipped on the turntable’s platter
We danced as if Coltrane had planned on the clatter.
Nothing saved us
We thought it
A good idea
To be lazy.
We fell in love on purpose
Cause we knew how obvious it was
That the only cure
for boredom is love.
So we kissed and
We had sex and more sex
We asked the girl in 3B
To join us in bed.
We fondled each other like wrapped Christmas gifts
And we kissed every hole as if mystery exists.
I Drank so much whiskey
You called the police
Who removed my pistol from my abandoned teeth.
I felt too intensely
the pain was too deep
and suicide was my one last attempt to find peace.
Technology soared into worlds unimagined
Cars flew as if bees
All disease was deceased
And your doctor brought me back to life
–with the help of a priest.
So, even giving in, hadn’t worked after all
Which was fine, cause the sky was beginning to fall.
Milky way was colliding with Andromeda.
The Universe was having a fart
That only effected those who were living–
And some who had passed.
And the ephemeral mass was returning to gas.
And a universe that once flaunted shapes and designs
Was proved just a matrix of concepts of mind.
That Was not.
Though we almost forgot,
That stories exist without names, but not without plot.
The universe, god, time and what not
Was all one infinitesimal thought
Only as real as the dimensions we chose to give it
No longer than the moments we crammed into minutes
No more beautiful than the house that we built and lived in.
So that’s why we got up and loved to the limit.
And cows chose to chew
And again space grew
Blacker and vaster
And everything that just had zero matter
Once again mattered.
The sad teenage scribblers wrote poems in notebooks
The sun burned hotter than before it was extinguished.
And the ATM worked
And the stars formed new pictures
And the poor became poorer
And the rich became richer
And it looked so familiar
But what could we do?
We pretended that everything was different and new.
That we had never met, or died, or cheated
Pretended the hurt that destroyed our hearts
Had never happened or could never.
We pretended that life was as lovely
As we hoped it would be
Cause it was
And it always will be.
Till we all fall apart at the seems
And the dream
We all dared to dream
Gives in to the pressure
Of much lighter