Your Eyeball at the End of My Fork Tastes Like a Kiss
 
          When the poem raced out of bed and blasted through trillions of universes and all the planets ran after the poem trying to find gravity and the words ran after the planets and then the words were copulating with the Amazon River that was flowing millions of universes away and a trillion molecules were singing with life and existence and lust and the planets were all running and running around each other and then a man shot out of the past and swirled around the earth with the winds and he observed a planet earth with only a trace here and there of an extinct human race and the insects were singing and fornicating and laughing in happiness all over the world and then the sun exploded and our solar system became a rush of wild atoms pushing outward and outward and outward and it's like we're living at the edge of a city in the midst of 60 billion cities because time and space and matter never end and everything is infinity