Humility’s Empty Stomach

Paul measured the distance
laughter traveled.

He adopted all the orphaned poems
he happened upon during his walks.

Paul’s eye wandered the heavens
being drawn to distant light

experiencing the massive pull
of black holes.

He solved why feeling nothing
weighs the body down.

Paul searched for the perfect stillness.
For drop the mic conclusions.

He argued against human expansion
where there is no water.

Paul investigated rumors
that lead toward stray cat salvation.

He felt the stardust inside him
long for different gravities.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney


The mad god
consumes us
one by one
day after day
and swallows
to places us
at the center
of the center
of creation.

In the mad god’s belly
resides a black hole
not strong enough
to collapse
the mad god’s
galactic bones
and star dust sinew.
The black hole grows
collapsed particle
by collapsed particle—
which is all I am
under pressure.
Not quite the size
of a single
ink jet droplet
thirty-three microns wide
on a pristine
white page
and just as flat.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney