The bottom half of the moon is full,
a big cereal bowl that catches stars
when they fall out of the sky, so they
can slosh around in slimy lunar-milk
like the hard things in lucky charms
that nobody likes.

I notice lots of random shit-
Things that no ones seems to be talking about, I can’t tell if it’s cause they’re too stupid to know that it’s important or because they’re smart enough to know that it’s so elementary it need not be spoken. I feel like Einstein and then the town idiot. It’s as if I found the key to the world and then as I get upon my mountain to shout I notice that everyone else already has it around their necks.

Stars cannot fall of course,
they’re barely real to start.
the only proof we have is
authoritarian proclamations
of white-coated men with ugly goggles.

I think science is sometimes as much bullshit as religion-
The only reason people believe it is because people tell them it’s true, people give no more though to how plausible nuclear fusion is then a burning bush. What’s the difference between Noah’s flood and melting Ice Caps? The fact is that no one knows how the universe works, and anybody who tells you they do either wants your cash, your conscience or your next of kin.

Won’t the night sky look
just as infinite
through those goggles?
boundaries of the eye
as intimidating?
their house or their work
as dwarfed by a
single nebula?