I contain multitudes in the grand galactic scheme of things
Born of some celestial goop spattered on a cooling rock
With billions of years of bad decisions backing me up.

The air I breathe, the water I drink, the food I eat
All of it on loan from somewhere very far away
But that leaves the question of how did we get here?

I mean really get here. What exactly was in that primordial soup?
The things in nature that can be described as some fertile broth
Are very, rarely anything appetizing or appealing

We never talk about that goop, that was just the start.
Sure a watery, rich comet striking the earth is fine
But even that had to start somewhere.

Did the almighty have a stuffed up nose
That her or she or it rocketed upon the earth
while exclaiming in relief, “it is good.”

Maybe some transient pervert got a little too excited
Turned on by the birth of stars and first sunrises
A veritable big bang into the right chemical conditions

I suspect an alien in need of relief pulled over one starry night
And popped a squat in the obscuring clouds of a vulcanized crust
A fertile beginning for a new world sprouting from shit.

After all, the universe passes through me.
Every day, I gather the sun,
I reap the earth,
I consume the cosmos
And then I shit, fertile, rich and often.
If I squatted in some goldlocks zone
Found a spot that was warm, moist,
with the proper amounts of starlight
I too would give birth to a world.

Cats, evolution’s asshole
Trained terrors striped with malice
A natural selection of destruction

We are obsessed with their eyes
We make statues to their gold mysteries
And then they judge us

They look us dead in the eye
And claw the couch with a deliberate
Lazy patience

Yet, we love them
We curl them about our softest spots
We dote to their every need
Even dig for their shit like its ore

We had an agreement
You and I
We promised to do better.
This time we’d part ways
With our troubled past.
We’d let go.

Of the anger.
Of the betrayal.
Of the hate.
Of the lies.
Of the deceit.

But you made me.
You made come.
You made me come down hard.
On the back of your neck.
Like a yoke.
That chokes.
Like a boot
That suits.
You made me push and let go.

We knew this was coming.
You and I
Things would get really bad.
Then get a whole lot worse.
We told ourselves it’d get better.
We’d get out.

Of the anger.
Of the betrayal.
Of the hate.
Of the lies.
Of the deceit.

But you forced me.
You forced me past.
You forced me me past the edge.
Into a clear way forward
Like a blade
That slays
Like a fist
That’s pissed.

I’m going to push and let go.

I ride in the sanctity of the morning,
During the swapping of the savers and the sinners,
Colored by the sun-risen pinks and purples
As this city reloads.

Threesomes aren’t a very good solution.
For marital aides or conflict resolution.
Not for any antiquated moral reason.

They lack a mathematical proof.
No grammar can save you.
When one parties rounded
And the other’s confounded

Pearl necklaces or otherwise.

The geometries are odd.
The lines don’t align.
When the junctions join
Be it mouth or loin
Orifice or edifice
There’s always a dangling variable.

The set of all sets is inclusive
When the quadrants are balanced round.
Pleasure can exponential
With a proper differential