I saw a pigeon wearing confidence Like he paid rent here And I thought Maybe nothing means anything Maybe that’s excellent The toaster made a noise like a tiny brass section My sock declared bankruptcy mid-kitchen inspection A lizard on the windowsill was judging my caffeine And the yogurt in the fridge looked spiritually serene The mailman winked at thunder like they’d dated in the spring A rake became a philosopher and would not stop explaining things I said, “Is this a warning?” It said, “No, babe, relax—” “Your life is just a parade of very underfunded facts” So I put on my ceremonial bathrobe Stood like a queen beside the recycling bin When the universe gets way too specific That’s when the real joke kicks in Life is silly, baby, that’s the deal The moon looks fake and rent is real Shake your tiny fists, then eat a snack The cosmos lost its train of thought and never got it back Life is silly, honey, bless this mess We’re all just soup in formal dress Laugh so hard your bad ideas go free It’s a weird little miracle to be this temporary A traffic cone was glowing like a budget holy grail My neighbor named his Roomba “Keith” and taught it how to fail A sandwich fell in slow motion with the dignity of swans A child outside was lecturing the sky to mow the lawn My shadow looked employed today, I let her take the lead The houseplants formed a union based on light and basic needs I asked the dog, “What matters?” He sneezed and then he spun Which honestly felt deeper than most books I haven’t done So strike the glitter gavel, call the goblins in Let every plastic lawn chair sing If doom arrives in business casual We’ll offer it a string Life is silly, baby, that’s the deal The moon looks fake and rent is real Shake your tiny fists, then eat a snack The cosmos lost its train of thought and never got it back Life is silly, honey, bless this mess We’re all just soup in formal dress Laugh so hard your bad ideas go free It’s a weird little miracle to be this temporary Behold the sacred rotisserie chicken Turning slowly beneath fluorescent stars All our plans are little paper boats All our panic’s just a costume with some sequins on its heart So kiss the weird day on the forehead Wave at your unfinished art The whole dang world is held together By mystery, tape, and heart Life is silly, baby, sing it wrong Nobody knows the perfect song Dance like your spine just got good news Like your grief took off its shoes Life is silly, honey, let it be A cracked-up hymn in C minor-ish to D We are brief and bizarre and fully alive And that is more than enough for one beautiful ride Ha-ha, amen Go water a plant Text somebody something dumb Remain unfathomable
