Vapid rabid
Human habit keeps
Up scenes of wholesome
Habitat, revising.

(Oh my god! The Olympics
Are about Physics!
I’m lost…)

Maybe rapid gravity
Overcame the licks and lies
Of fantasy, in between
Realty and banality and,
Creepily, vitality! Maybe
We don’t matter, anymore.
Just an atom seeking Adam;
Must we always shiver Sabbath,
Cause, I’m tired of this shit.

(If I were an Olympian,
Up above physics.
I’ve won…)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/20/08