Stupid Poetry Trix

Like most poetry penned by self-involved teenagers, my cracker-jack box verse induces wincing.  Proceed, not with caution, but indifference.

THE SCIENCE OF FICTION

Our every thought conceals

a Universe acknowledged only

on deep background.

Having not been authorized to speak,

God (in stitches) plays the canny journalist.

Thickets of half truths herald illumination -

breaking our hearts 

with the feeble wisdom

of alarm clock facts and figures

shrouded in the language of dreams.

The constant results of this trickery,

written in madness, joy and fear

forms the weak-force understanding 

we use to shape our world.