fools that we are
we fall for it every time

like dopes who fell from heaven
we stumble in and out of others’ pain

our delightful wheeler dealer circus
riding along with us in the ambulance

making music out of dopplered sirens
and tapestries from blood and shit

that’s what we do me and you
in between reruns and videos

we rock and roll beneath the stars
and splash god’s face in the pool

and thank the fool who made all this
including us and our silliness and depth

upon which the universe and all its creatures
can count ‘till the day they die