A millioon billion parsecs from the post office, or roughly
¶One stellar mis-mash
But snow nor rain nor black hole singularity
Shall stay this courier from his duty
The light bulbs from home.
The light bulbs from home.
I envision them strewn
Unceremoniously thrown
Like a mastodon’s hyoid bone
Oh, no.
The light bulbs from home.
The light bulbs from home.
The light bulbs from home.
Venus, Arcturus, Aldebaran, pluto
Mercury, pluto, and Jupiter own
All the dust in between
The Mississippi
And the Pleiades
But I am alone
With the light bulbs from home.
With the light bulbs from home.
¶All alone with my thumb in my nose.