Stadium

Finally,

a room to myself the size of a stadium.

I can do what I want. It's empty.

And I'm alone.

Some sense of otherworldness?

This one, right here right now,

is too tightly packed, too closed up,

to be all that's real. Maybe that's just

the people side of things. Step outside

people. All the wonderful gods....

go bring them back.

It's a good place to set up a bowling alley,

but that's been done, you know?

As if, what's beyond surfing?

Rise into the air. Don't show anybody.

Because the world's been done.