OK This is Called Three Guys Hanging Out in Baltimore on Wednesday Night

Baltimore tomorrow on the edge of a piece of garbage
on an inexhaustible bridge of nothing which only gives me problems
trouble mouths ungummed in the eyes of mother shouting
shouting louder in the face of nothing which only asks to be pondered
pounding out unnaturally optical double shouts
triumphantly asking the thing which knows itself to be asked in both question and answer
truly traveling in triple space

there's a rabbit that went by my Baltimore wait there's life here?

ravenously devouring The Wall before us in the nothing that stands before everything in the brief prelude to infinity
can I accept that my second is fractionally equivalent to some other listener's moment of listenership somewhere else for a similar amount of time?
somewhere else in Baltimore I might
let us gum gratuitously at the gall bladder of infinity
but wait, the tear of a spleen traveler wiggles within your lukewarm liver
rummaging through the rubbish of invisible dirigibles
deep in tunnels of exhausted tummy ticklers
either you're stuck or your legs don't bend and be careful because it all starts over

JWR & RJM