I don’t mind this
information age

I got golden harps and
bus schedules
up my nose

it starts to rain
stuff
from the sky

roll it up
make a few balls
smash them on the road
make two really big balls
one smaller one

coal
scarf
hat

a good nose
a carrot right in front of me

there
almost got it
there
almost got it
there
almost got it
there
almost but wait the top grossing movie of 1995 was
and really when you think of it
each beautiful simian flake
a bit of alphabetic double helix
crystallized
completely alike but
more unique
comes to rest on my shoulder
the sound of perfect information
making me wet or else
angelic

I have one wing and
it shudders against the clouds
I reach for an aspirin but
knock a harp from the shelf
it joins those other harps
falling
like birds – or other stuff –
from the sky

I roll them up and
everything is circular

coal
scarf
carrot
harps

I don’t mind
this information age
I got bus schedules
and a nose
to look forward to