Answering An Abstract

ANSWERING AN ABSTRACT do you trust the world not to fall on you? i’m standing on the world, i have to trust myself not to drop. i’m an implosion of doom enjoying expressions like good grief, my structure is closer to collapsing because the bolts unloosen, thinking my thoughts are unique, sounding like a dead man, the one who invented the atomic bomb to protect the world from Nazis and orange mist, didn’t work of course nobody laughs at my jokes, wife thinks my ***** is small and wants a threesome with the neighbor who steals my newspaper, the sun is dying, learned about it in fifth grade along with putting a condom on and long division, a little too late if you ask me, and everybody dislikes the idea i might want to pray or learn Korean, my life is a parachute that won’t open i’m going down and not on my wife people call me crude, saying my behavior is for shock value, i like sitting naked in my living room with the windows open clothes are itchy, socks have a tendency to make my feet smell automatically, cleanliness is next to godliness and i need all the god i can muster, why i sing hymns because i hear they like music up there more than talking, conversations in chitchat sounds like static in an oyster, can’t know for sure i recognize the world have to assume i don’t, ignorant of the cosmos and my own capacity for greatness, clouds could be my thoughts, trees could be my limps sun could be my soul, and even if the world falls i’d have to go with it, and how’d i know i was dropping when i would give up the ghost before we land at the end of time because we are booming through the millenniums and it takes a long time to get to a floor so bottomless.