Nonsense, really

All of this is too big
to fathom that we are here
RIGHT NOW WHOAAA
I can't believe I have two eyeballs
someone was looking out
for sure, not just because
they each work in concert with the other
but also because we were given
a backup plan, how genius
is the inventor of this man-
u-script of infinite randomness
and we hope whoever it is, hmm
let's not say he, or she, or it...
let's say WHEE! Anyway, we hope
whee never stops writing, I mean
re-writing because really
who wants to be a final draft? Wheeeee
loves to write pages upon pages upon
the mountains and the tippy tops of trees
where whee sees a ginormous
web of strings, in the fray
of confusion whee occasionally writes
a line and scratches it, scratches it
out of existence before it even took form
from a spark of atoms, I pretend
I even know what an atom is
or that it has to make sense
cuz I've been told I have some and
with my atoms I try to locate the buttons
on the upright fan with my downright big toe
as I lie on my favorite serenity of yellow orange
and I wiggle, wiggle, wiggle all five
like I'm playing the middle range of a fan clarinet
in a symphony of useful devices
for modern living, I value the spoon
and its ability to stir.


A poetry prompt from Three Word Wednesday