The Human Bean

Saffron, sensation, crimson, kiss,
Fear, rapture, a sneeze, an itch,
Just tiny electrical impulses and,
The occasional technical glitch.

Imagine plants, the animal kingdom,
Our superlative human race
— all that we are, are some,
Molecules floating in space!

To A Ceiling Fan

(or The After-effects of Staring Into Space For Too Long)

You would keep the traffic out of my ears,
You with your rotating hub-mounted paddles,
And your cool destratification effect in summer.
And now that it's winter,
Everything is silent and so loud!

(2008-09?)