I’m tired but sharp today, so I’ll just coast,
as halogen light blues suffuse this room’s
linoleum tiles where dust and fungus blooms
mushroom like fresh bouquets of holy ghost:

Put your eye to the paper towel roll
and see yourself aboard a crystal ship.
The first to spot a verdant earthy strip,
you quickly plant your flag and take a stroll:

What do you see? What does the cardboard show?
Rare men and creatures only seen in dreams,
or a lonely space where only dust can grow?

Whatever: live your life in the extremes,
in dirty yards with so much grass to mow
that your stomach rumblings scratch soil like streams.