Organ Grounder, First Base

Do not abide the roller coaster.

Physics could not become intrinsic
without stringent permission,
without waiting, awaiting emissions,
without coal and its phantom counterparts.

Decision criteria flaunt themselves as themselves
becoming gerunds
berating adjectives
letting pauses hit the enter key
and become new lines

overusing the word
become
for it becomes us
to became
the name of the unfolding

whose hat is called being
whose shoes are called time
and whose spaces are glacial graces
never giving a pinch to a cinch
or a glint to a mint.

Nary a cold
can flue our pipes
when the fire is fighting
to combust itself.

Nay, fission is insufficient
for our radiation.

Power is a metaphor for oversimple verbs,
alternative currents whose indi-rock
becomes stock in diaphanous corporations
incorporated without any of that Delaware
bound to the paper
that's called legal
with a contraction to set off the phrase.

Go up.
Go down.
Go sine.

Go wave at a cat
and see what that cat
thinks of your hand

as it kills
another
bird.

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