Signifying nothing

 So many centers So many lights                                                   Where do you think you are? Where do you think you should be? We used to unfold maps                                                        Crease by crease And there we were At the heart                              Of the Continent Folding them back                                         Was impossible Never right                   ...

 There are a lot of different options being considered No, that doesn't have  I will stand my ground no matter what I am more hopeful than worried There are solutions that we don't even know they exist Maxine Kumin died She of the plane with her mother holding a package Died Dies Died Simple letter She dies and it is still this year It is still this shit It is still this same A package, you hold as the plane dives And suddenly                 Suddenly Survies

For over forty years We have been simply Updating our Files Why aren't you dead Yet?  Why can't we Simply burn you Yet We don't use wood Oh no no oH That's not ergonomically Environmental Simply simply simply As we go on some light Fantastic Toe But burn, we do.  Burn And you'll just be scritchy Puff bone and a lot of Blow We're just updating our Files

I was born in the eleventh hour Fifty minutes and some odd seconds My mother took the gas Why wouldn't you, she would say Later I was born in the eleventh hour Umbilical cord wrapped around my Neck, jaundiced, kept in the hospital Birthmarked I was supposed to be dead Choked by that which was Supposed to sustain me Well I'm alive. I was born in the eleventh hour Of some Aquarian dream I used to like to keep fish Until my twin Angel fish Barbara Died That's what I got Born in the eleventh hour One January My birthmark is hardly Visible (These Days) I got other marks more visible More diseases that puss up On a regular basis I was born in the eleventh hour