FROM COLLAGRAPHY/MICHAEL J. MARTIN
I’m thinking of heaven.
Grade school and Scandinavian politics.
Of which I know nothing about.
My answers to your questions is mainly yes.
I’m thinking of electrons.
Happymeals and Troy McClure.
Out of which all of this is pouring.
It is an interesting fact the scent of human death.
No one is thinking of dearth.
No one considers width.
A small tear is a blackhole’s spirit arrow.
Donate yourself to science.
Think, pushing down.
Down think, cough it up.
Pushing your donate button. (Cough)
I’m thinking of a zombie between 1 and 10.
Of minutes gone.
Of which you should know something about.
You’re becoming a beautiful sob story.