and the ground is hard
when I lay me down in my back yard
to think of things
that matter to me
like, just how big could a big bang be?
Would lactose intolerance
ruin my day
if I spent much time in the Milky Way?
Where would a spaceman
take a friend
for an astral astro-naughty weekend?
Is a shooting star
just a time machine,
and just how small is a smithereen?