Our Tiny Home

Words by Bryon Bowers

A Hot Dog with Mustard Tobasco And Relish Too I wanna sit right down And binge watch Everything with you Up til two We'll sleep in til noon Tucked under a cluster of Goose Feathers Wrapped in a Button Duvet Dogs curl up below warming our feet A morning so sweet The sun said "good morning" To the street Scrambled Eggs Fried Bacon Orange Juice All Pulp for me None for you A Tiny home Giant Dogs One for me One for you Built a studio With Rope, Lassos An Air Gun And nails All hugging in a row Troops deployed One at a time Still deployed In static force Til this day Waiting for their eventual Decay and Ultimate Destruction Jump Ahead Best case Human Transformed To an Immortal Observer Universe boiled down To just black holes Til the last one in the universe Decays into radiation Our Tiny Home Our Descendants Our Dogs Our Minds Now Merged With Background Radiation two trillion Galaxies Billions of Stars in Each Gone, Winked out of Existence… But the Fact we Existed We Loved, Lived, and Struggled… To put that Damn Duvet back over those Goose Feathers In our Tiny Home So we could Netflix Binge the afternoon away… That never will go away That Fact is Forever That comforts the soul Information never destroyed Only the physical Now that we figured out serenity… Where is that dam remote?...

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