does all the color
run out of life
when you get
your shit together?
might you as well
perish on the glassy sea
when your boat rounds
the horn without a hitch?
what is life without
the death of moments,
or the rhamphorhynchus
nipping at your nuts?
and what of the kaleidoscopic
acid bath aurora borealis
and a sea side panic
of the plague with
monsters in the mind
and too much too much
to buttress the beast
and cure the cancer
and finally philosophize
over a cup of tea?