Bullocks! to big
dumb rocks—
and sucks!
to never-
crying islands—
today—let's be
canyons;
deep and laughing
and so
empty—it'll be
eons
before we'll ever
even know—
what on earth
it is
they've thrown
into our
endless
windless soul—
let alone
decide—whether
or not
to cry a little
river-
bed about it.
