My Plastic Edges

nirvana is bliss in a vacuum 

peace is quiet in a void 

perfection has no content

for content is perfection, destroyed

am I the subject of I 

to which I do I belong

if in no I am I intended

then am I intended wrong

are you the object of I

to which I do you belong

if in no I are you intended

then are you intended wrong

has it the action of I 

to which I does it belong

if in no I has it intended

then has it intended wrong

Twitching legs

Failed snooze

Construction drilling

Sore throat

Messy floor

Broken tile

Bruised shoulder

Low gas

Broken zipper 

Late

notice her appearance

magnificent are her features

useless as a starry void

or breath for lungless creatures

upon the crest of every beat

is the gathering of what becomes

from superlative creation beneath 

into shallow eternity above

evacuate in silence

disappear, abscond

make haste in no assignment

hide your soul abroad 

a world in tour 

under green, across blue

nothing to ignore

no one to adore

no wish to implore

you’re just passing through

privileged tenure

with deserters, replete

for exotic adventure

drag your cash down the street