Take a good look
at this
ad hoc bird's nest—see it's
just scraps
of the little things
nestled neatly
inside the big abstract one
they create.
Here's a large cavity
which seems to resemble
an ancient fish's
skeletal signature,
impressionistically
swimming beneath
the verminous John F.
Kennedy overpass,
all the vomit, piss, and
diarrhea—neatly organized
into a new form
of orgasm.
And right over here
is another
small pocket
stitched out of how it's
still possible—
to eat M&Ms
while you
read War and Peace
and discreetly
check the Cubs score
from the anti-gun rally
(just try not to
think about
how much larger
and louder
that other crowd is,
or abstraction
might crumble
back into
garbage again.)
