We know this and that
and sometimes even humans.
Reflecting on a bat
we swing into illusions.
The ball climbs far and wide
connecting in the bleachers.
Lands on a beach to abide.
We’ll be ourselves without features.
A penguin’s on the loose!
It’s tired of sitting on an egg.
He spots his mate a moose.
Pounds a peg overhead.
If you haven’t caught on by now
that you seek a simple subject.
Then shame on you! Now bow
to the Goddess of the Object.
Take a look at what that is.
White lightning in a fizzle.
Is that the sound of whiz
or a stick stuck in the thistle?
Now here’s how it all goes.
No words can touch it.
A couple standing on toes
kissing to figure the budget.
That’s the difference with the true.
We’ll balance it on our own.
As long as skies are sometimes blue
we’ll ride the tide on a bone.