You can’t tell whether
we’re upside down or right side up,
you can’t tell what’s here,
a typo or gilt lettering on glass,
but those real cool sounds are coming,
like when we were young
and did it anytime, anywhere
(floor, office chair, shower),
only with a yes and incidental light.
Howie Good is hanging in the balance of the reality of man, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.