13.7 billion for this?

This poem, if I can call it that? is 13.7 billion in the making. That’s saying something? I’ve heard it said by some the world came from God. or nothing. Making this sentence, what? Divine or nothing? My brain, they say, is 3.5 billion in the making. That’s slow going but it’s knowing, something. This girl I’m watching sing she has this gap between her teeth distracting me. That distraction is as long as this poem in the making. What am I the universe saying? What are we creating? Is anyone out there paying, attention? We came all this way to say so many dumb things. But as long as God or not is not wanting us to say only smart things then that’s O.K. with me.

Nothing much is going on we say which is to say “everything that could be going on is” like a cool kid. Everything is awesomely mediocre and healthily sick. That’s it. Get your sloppy dance on while you feel like it. 13.7 billion. I hope it was all, well, worth it.

13.7 billion for this?

Absurdium

New Bedford, United States

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