Yes, keep your feet on the ground. But
enough of reaching for the stars. Just gaze
up. Scowl at the billboards. Alter the diction
in addiction. Why do most fans hate depth
and space but not arson? Aspire for what?
Be referential to which? When will this caress
of minding who’s-who end and how dark is it
in North Korea? Visit Wikipedia. Add an entry
on SimSimi. Complaining about heat in Manila
is like defining poetry: hook, line, & sinker, wear
and tear, mile or (something overheard) para
meter. Just stay home, vegetate, listen to
“The Flame”. Want MTV. Cheap trick. Dire
straits. Occupy rhyme and reason. Let it be.
