Forty Two Poems
No reason, no real rhyme
Just attempts to encapsulate
Little vignettes, bubbles of time.
Gaseous things.
Some quirky, some foul
Some droll, some stupid.
You know, poems about life.
They say right what you know
And I really know a good cosmic fart joke
And the pointlessness of worry
Forty two songs about things falling apart
Cosmic order that, the arrow of time
Ever to that great Entropic goddess
Singing that eternal knell
The music of the spheres
My cosmic ass to your celestial ear
The heavens sing
With forty two explosions of the gut.