This fickle agent-
Grabbing my night by its receptors.
This mad artist-
Painting pictures on my eyes
Always in metaphor
Always in color
Always insane.
This maniac photographer-
Snap-shooting happiness
Perfectly round
Sprawling and bubbling forth from the lip of a
Smiling Toad.
This disgruntled doctor-
Harnessing the diagonal electrical currents in my brain-
Slowing to a stop
Then pairing off
And dancing with one another
Ignoring their duties.
This obscure zoo-keeper-
Chasing anorexic dragonflies
That crawl under bathroom carpets
And wide-eyed devils
Watching the fireworks.
This friendly god-
Re-creating
The original bang
Which was silent and spiraling and so mathematical
It was perfect...

THE END