LUTE OLSON


i was dead
for infinity
collecting dust
from distance of empty everything
until i became
a blip on the radar
so breathy
of black holes
me – me - me a thousand times over
burning brighter than hellfire
hot water
and whatever is me mucking up
the me-less universe
won’t worry
about my blood boiling in zero gravity
billions of miles
from the nearest star
is it bad
in this vacuum gap of galaxy
that i miss humans sweet stink
living skin
the walking hum
of bacteria seems more pleasant
than all this silly death
or talk to me
about the weather
too keep a mind off other things