extreme locomotion

after observing a young violinist

throwing her body into her violin, her hair

flailing like to escape the bonds of her scalp, the bow

burning through the strings presenting a fire hazard,

Jascha Heifetz seemed perplexed asking the youngster:

"why such unnecessary commotion"?

that’s what came to mind while spitting spent

toothpaste into the bathroom sink this morning,

the fallen water spinning like a mad galaxy

into the suck of the drain in much the same

way a black hole works or so they tell me.

some have proposed while others agree

that to avoid the commotion of war

the two leaders of the opposing nations

shoot-it-out in a duel, with the one left standing

declared the winner of the war. the whole war.

I'll clear my head of this morning's suggestions with

one more spit into the sink and done,

after observing the last of it spinning into the drain, that is.

FIX THE LAST STANZA