1.
I left on a voyage to the Sun
in an effort to meet my Creator.
She could barely keep still,
my odyssey long overdue,
Yet she never once thought of complaining.

2.
If Earth were the size of a tennis ball
our Sun would be
seven football fields away.
Why would a thing so remote
bother with greening the grass
on which we lay?

3.
All you have to do is slide.
Let your grip go; forget the ego.
Understand your everything is nothing at all,
and allow yourself to melt in pure light.

4.
Police lights dance at accident scenes,
this is life.
Fat tears slide into beer bottles,
this is life.
Spray-paint Jesus blesses the building wall,
this is life.
It’s understanding what cherishes you
and what is then cherished.

I found the egg
while adventuring around the construction site
by my schoolyard.
I picked it up, cupping it feather-light in my palm.
Cold.

I held it for hours,
sensing movement, then convincing myself otherwise.

I began to think if I tried hard enough
I could revive whatever lay inside.
I’ll take it home
Put it under my pillow
Keep it warm

I squeezed too hard.
A crack, tiny,
oozed clear liquid on my hands.
I shrieked, horrified, dropping it to the pavement.

Running home I felt sick,
heavy in my eyes and feet,
magnetic in the worst way.
I swore I heard a bird
chirping frenzied songs of sorrow.

Like when Dean died… remember?
Mom got to see him first.
She straightened his tie
and cried
and cried.

There’s a place a few paces away from the Waterfall of Infinite Wealth and just around the corner form the School of Endless Possibilities. At this place, if you can find it, you’ll see topless girls eating snow cones with big brown bears, and male burlesque dancers shimmying with feather boas in oversize martini glasses. Little children with cameras for eyes drink strawberry sugared water by the Pegasus petting cages and laugh gleefully; it’s marvelous. Glowing pregnant women clutch the small of their backs and smile, like sunshine through honey. If you’re not careful and stay too long, your hair may turn white and glitter may follow you in a long trail, ceaselessly. Last time I was there, I think I saw my dead grandfather buying a hot dog and some cotton candy by the wishing well, but I may have been wrong. You’ve gotta promise not to tell.