Dogs 2012

STRIPPERS AND BLACK HOLES
(8/20/12)


it's
like this
I tell him
as he stuffs
another 5 dollar bill
none too delicately
into the dancers
tea bag

matter
in our
normal universe
is like your
money

you can
see it

feel it

smell it

but once
you've spent it
on another
cheap thrill

it's gone
to you

forever

just like
debris
down
a black hole

oh
your local
space time
glows intensely
from the interaction
but eventually
the currency
disappears

~

he protests

the money
is still there

and
in the same
form

I simply
no longer
have access
to it

~

I agree

that's precisely
my point

the bills
are still doing
what they
were meant
to do

they're
just dimensions
away
from your
wallet

~

I understand
the quantum
implications

he says

but what
about gravity?

~

your
lust

I tell him

your
depravity

drag
you down
toward all
that shaking
glistening
flesh

your
instincts
draw you inextricably
toward what biology
considers
your natural
goal

your money
just happens
to be tied
to all
that attraction

~

he frowns
a bit

I understand
the fiscal

the corporeal

but what
about
my existence?

my
essence?

he asks

~

your soul
can be lost
or found
on either side
of Pervert's
Row

I tell him

your body
may be destroyed
at the event
horizon

but
your matter
and your being
continues
intertwined
in a hypertransitional
state

even
at singularity

without
dimension

neither
living

nor inanimate

but still
there

waiting

infinitesimally

for reincarnation

~

we watch
the next girl
take her first
few
tentative
steps

~

I need
another
beer

he says

~

that's
exactly

I reply

the point