Working Title Twelve Point Nine

a hundred thousand diff-

-er-

-ent things

all happening now at once

a million billion katrillion things

all happening right now

this second

that second

and the one before

a vector spectre wet checked conjecture

could be coming to get ya right now

or in maybe a minute or so

i simply do not know

i can't difficultly make it go

and it's not even my throw

i'm not gonna go the distance

i'm gonna weigh this instance

this improbable gravitational insistence

in out

all around

all at once

cosmic crass coincidently culty comics

a happy accident perchance or not

frequently forgetful and fretful

empires and thirst

must be sated

salty & sultry

A solitary seagull stands bravely in the heavy wind whipping in off the bay, standing alone on park table, one legged, the other tucked in. A dark evening is rolling in on the clouds that are angrily threatening to come across the bay. The Seagull just wants a chip.