infinite jest, or 'there is a plan'

 an open wardrobe.. pieces of time fly
fly past my eye,
she said
"f'off" and sighed

a water canon goes off
into a glass half empty. no no no.
 no no no

the best ideas
are attributed to gods
but gods don't merely
exist

our ephemeral
nuisance lives
buzzin into their eyes
 spoilt with creation

the inverse perfection
is no perfection
until in verse

it crushes us
like wasps
between leathery lips