Poets Just Wanna Have Fun

And complain about sentience. Tell a joke. Make-- 
Us sad or depressed, less afraid
Earth into homes, earth into mud 
Their peace
Me a fossil of society
Our own decisions, the universe having reversed its decision on us 
A sound or noise
Echo make
The body healthy I do
The feelings in the mind play music
A space in a line of people climbing a trail in the mountains 
Us brothers and sisters with the animals
Death more noble for us all 
A mosque of the rocks
You cry out for the genius occurring now and in our past 
The tools and do the math to colonize the planets 
Things worse by guessing
Others want to live 
Plans
The man weep for himself
A difference in their communities 
Music, mindful of our extreme limits 
1/10 inch of annual topsoil
The atmosphere as seen from outer space 
Of it more than it is
The bed
This formulation useful
The technology possible to live long and well, with personality
Grandma’s sauce
This observation: the purpose of sitting’s not to be satisfied
War on Iraqis 
Pharisees grovel 
Black holes whole
Prediction and intuition fortunately hopeless 
A list of prospective donors
A moral and rational adjustment of life to life 
Dying people cry
Nothing happen, which is something, magic 
Improvements
Eagle scout
History interesting for Johnny
The subject separate from the substrate 
The sun stand still, yet run 
Consciousness persevere
Informed medical decisions going forward 
It so
Sense on the trumpet 
Correct mistakes
Jack ill
A repertoire for dealing with the challenges we’ll confront as a species in millennia to come 
Every day a good day to die 
Millions
The present immutable as the past 
Up, perfume, soap
Him kill you right there in the street
Way for a future that’s irresistible
Poetry from losing the argument with themselves