the world

I want to eat the world

I want to close my eyes and

I want tomato rain to fall on me,

the last unconscious being, and then

wake up

I want to sing forever

and then stop suddenly

I want to destroy this desk

and throw pieces at you

people I want to

be invincible but still wonder

what death must feel like

maybe I could kill someone

and then apologize and wake him up

and ask what it was like

maybe I could eat

one piece of the world at a time,

sure, that’s what I’ll do, and eventually

I’ll get to all of it.

I think I’ll start with the edible things.

Maybe I could sit down and talk to someone

on the sidewalk and learn the purpose of

matching color schemes.

My stomach feels like I swallowed a yell

and I want to vomit it out.

but maybe a yell is part of the world,

so I’ll keep it down.

You can learn something, sitting on the

sidewalk talking to strangers about the old wars and

watching them tear up and choke with crazed crazy grief.

I’ll have to swallow this paper eventually too

and then all of this will be gone forever

unless it’s somehow

miraculously

metaphysically preserved,

or the collective unconscious

commits it to memory.