 When we're live we're radioactive But as we go from flesh to bone to peat moss we become less so and why could be measured Why could some guy at a later date know the round 2008 some guy was here like doughnuts and smoked cigarettes? Anthropology escapes me and berates me and carbon dates me and I found that lately the time spent waking are just echoes of a lost dream Where some kind of lab coat cries although we died of a broken heart the doughnuts and smokes didn't help In a mass in a row all together here We go sliding headlong down a slippery slope to to when the question engendered existential crises It could be simply stated by great Danes or Lawrence Olivier's who bark and hark to ghosts dithering as they do I Dither to I had not thought the death that had done so many Physics doesn't dither the line from the singularity to the present day may move through time and space in a relative way But at no time does space time say um wait let's think about this Clocks and watches break But time doesn't wait and you don't need the FM band to play through your braces to know that gravity always wins At the end of the desert it said I've read their lives a promised land But when you're in the desert any place not desert has enough promise buck oh ins play guitar in a desert and Josh Joshua played a horn I can't even play drums Which they say anyone could play and if the world becomes desert I'm left I guess I won't be buck or Josh, but I will blow my horn at the crystal palace and watch the walls come down Because that's the nature of walls They fall and I looked over one in Berlin and it fell And they won in China the people steal rocks from to build houses with and they built these giant ornamental Islam-inspired buildings that Islam-inspired fellas broke down Spectacularly if gravity is the organizing principle of the universe, and that's true, and that's the case Then why is this place so messy? I sit atop a mountaintop and if I sit there long enough it will wear out beneath me And the Sun will expand to envelop me and gravity and entropy will dance as molecules expand over wide expanse I sit atop a mountaintop and hear them talking but see no faces and they will speak in a language You do not understand in a context that is alien to me of Generations long past and long yet to be and I don't care if your stock office worth $300 a share You still have to be nice Because gravity always wins and the universe will expand and Contract like the heaving chest of a sleeping puppy, and we might be at streams All the seals left the dock because All the seals left the dock, and I know they're not coming back And they don't have to because all the seals might have somewhere else to go Maybe they have appointments and commitments Maybe they have meetings on rocks where they have to talk and figure out where they have to be All the seals left the dock, and they're not coming back They figured they have enough not to think what we're all about and what are we all about Not what the seals want to think about and how much time do we have to make choices? Or all the voices we had all that mattered if I knew I would say something profound, but I can't All the seals bailed on us like Jesus and the world of the rest of us And I pray but my words can't find a name to pray to and I can only hope that hope has wings and carries souls on it Because my soul is small and caught up in well caught up in Everything well everything and I can't find a way away from everything, but that suggests more than I'm given I know that youth equals lies and time equals times and nobody in our life Will figure our life out and my life tells not enough to inform the rest of us So why am I on the dock looking around for a seal left alone left where they should be Where we told they they told me to be and now they all took off and I hope they come back Because the seals in San Francisco transcend metaphor And we know nothing lasts forever and I'm glad I don't because what good would that be? The seals know me and they're not even seals. They're sea lions And I love you in your way I love the sky it looks the right shade and I pray the seals come back for selfish reasons For memories in a foreign language for Minnesota tourists with cameras for that weird barking They made that made this place our place sea lions seal and gringo like God tells me to scream But fuck God, I don't have to say anything Because I'm on fire my girl may not be true, but she means well and all the world It's all going to hell, but that's just my perspective and hopefully I won't see it be so There ain't no better day than this one. There ain't no sun need to shine today We don't need no curing rain If a comet come hurtling towards San Francisco Let it be so Today's aura block out the cosmos Evaporate the clouds into rainbows and drop so big they hit the ground with a plunk plunk Washing away all the pee and funk of all the drunk south of market There ain't no day better than this one when polar bears feed they need nothing in the zoo But salmon's and each other They roll on their fronts and backs and they tuck into the zookeepers filets and sleep all day in the drowsy Sunshine and one polar bear say to the other remember Remember when we used to hunt ha Punt there ain't no day way there ain't no better day than this one I find your space from behind of the dogs in the park can't quite bark like you talked to the pillow in the morning sun And shine I wake out of a pile and smile looking around me and the dog says take me to the park with a bark And I climb past all the spiders and find pants and watch all the sleeping thinking there ain't no better day than this one With welcoming places soft and dark and sunny and grassy in the park meant for making out We're holding hands is erotic entry is elementary and I wonder how it works in the complicated world When all I am when I'm where I am is so easy to do Eat and drink and sleep and write this poem to you drink a vernet and a beer or two And I do know better But not today Because today there ain't no better way to spend a day than right here right now in this place with nothing to do But being with you in every imaginable way I've seen the world up close and it has a snarl on its face and Conspires conspires to put us in our place But there ain't no fall so fast as a fall from grace and it comes a pace of course But that doesn't mean there isn't a day or a day like this one Waiting to say hell things can be right with the universe and that we're in grace gives us gives me pause because it's way up there But hey Mountain climbers scratch and pray to say on a satellite phone guess where I am and Astronauts unlatched their seatbelts and let drops of tang float around the capsule and drink them through a straw And they know they're coming down again But that don't mean they can't enjoy being up there Because there ain't no day like today And that's what I have to say and so I have a plan while we can let's play cool I'm trying to remember first line to poem and I was trying to do the this next poem first And I still can't remember the first line to the damn poem Here goes. Oh, Tokyo. Oh Tokyo. Oh, Tokyo. Oh, Tokyo that poor benighted city menaced by all things giant that stomp What is the fare for an electric train do you get a refund if something with scales picks up your car and shakes it around Chewing the metal making like you're the bean in the burrito. Oh God, no, I can't go to Tokyo I Remember a city where I thought was man. This place needs a visit from Godzilla With his neat ray and that neat screech and a twirl of the electric slide over a few buildings and Maybe a sports arena They had a movie with a robot Godzilla that the poorly dubbed could drive But robots have no rhythm and can't electric slide sigh Godzilla could walk under water and then he would leap up upon shore and All the people in Tokyo would say oh shit And he would pick up an electric truck car and shake and the people in that car would hold on Oh Godzilla. Oh Godzilla. Oh Godzilla. What was that sound that you made? something like yeah, but not quite and And I love that sound Because that sound meant Saturday mornings early before anyone else was awake and you stomped your way into them into my heart Oh, Tokyo. Oh, Tokyo. Oh, Tokyo. I've got to go with whatever you have wherever it is Yeah, I'll tramp. Yeah, I'll stamp through the plastic neighborhoods the power and a rubber suit Protected from the power lines that run over electric trains. Oh poor mr. Engineer too bad You can't steer you're locked on rails and doomed to fail, but sometimes we're in that car and Sometimes we're in the rubber suit and Neither place could be construed as comfortable In the week this was written a bridge fell into a river for no other reason But the weight of the cars it was built to serve and I know that Godzilla is just a metaphor for calamity Either of the seismic variety or like that bomb they dropped on Nagasaki And somewhere Under my feet There's an electric train running Then in 15 minutes will emerge in West Oakland and the people on that train Will look out the windows and what will they see? Maybe some bridges Maybe some cranes Maybe some fog and maybe Just maybe in the valleys of the Sun there are no long shadows in the afternoon because well you're on the Sun How do you tell time on the Sun? Can you? When you look up, can you see the stars or is it too bright just too bright? It's a given that you can't look down Because you shouldn't stare at the Sun If you find yourself in a valley of the Sun for most of the horizon, it's difficult to look up and it's hot Yes, it's that But if you can't handle the hot You shouldn't be on the Sun But under bright lights is now where the world is at in the light in the bright all of the time We live on the Sun and our shoes are melting and our eyes are squinting I have allergies and had a giant booger mostly in my nose I looked around and ducked down an alley and plucked it out looking up to see a security camera looking down at me Is there some tag or something that is now broadcasting this is there a secret picker video Will people comment on my picking style on my choice of fingernail little finger left hand am I now an instant International nose picker has my booger gone viral will or do people on the street give me that faint wait Do I know that guy look? People don't live on mountains probably even on the Sun goats live on mountains But really only mountain goats But people us people we live in valleys or on planes or coasts I met a Dutch girl tonight that works under the Matterhorn She didn't live on the Matterhorn. She lived in the valley beneath just peaks She has valleys some choose peaks some choose valleys on the Sun There must be valleys and maybe societies Math has invented dimensions We don't understand and the problem with math when it does that is Eventually we find a million little things that make the universe even more incomprehensible so trust me when I say there are valleys on the Sun, but believe me when I say what context they exist in I don't understand But still me still believe me when I say we live on the Sun and we have peaks Because we always have to climb and we have valleys that in truth probably resemble more the valleys of the Sun than that idyllic Swiss valley under the Matterhorn and now when we traverse that valley anyone could see because it's all so bright and I try to process your fear and I try to empathize with your heartbreak, but I can't understand I was born on Pluto, which is not even the planet. It was before and getting from there to here has worn out a lot of shoes But the journey has given me time to acclimate But imperfectly So the heat I can handle The light I'm still working on that All these things that become are made in the Sun And much smarter people that I can tell you what physics will do when it has the chance to But there's a who here that will tell you dear there is no there is so much that we don't know That makes these pursuits worthwhile Even though we still know Tomorrow will be wrong There's still a value in that and even more a joy Because tomorrow's truths are not a gift given us all we have is today