Context can not exist without place
but even an airless nothing is place
humm…you would be dead in such a place.

But you are still there, your remains, right?
You can tell I don’t do philosophy
my head’s not in the right place.

When my wife berates a spider or fly
for being in the same room as herself
I proffer an ill-considered smirk

“Everybody has got to be someplace”.
She eyes me as the fool I am coolly
commanding I kill the poor thing.

Forced to choose between one or the other
insecticide or disobedience
puts me between a rock and a hard place.

This is not going the way I had planned
I had foreseen a gloriously drawn
depiction of the natural world and

of the need of awareness of man’s place
in the flow of things toward perfection.
(whether created by the roll of dice

or by a divine is irrelevant)
but no my muse has put me in my place.
Perhaps another day another place.