Flanking Materialism

My morning report:
in gauze soaked with coffee.
Cotton-brained
with a keyboard, going "make it
all okay, make it all okay." WTF?
So, pierced the sky,
tugged at the sun,
figured out space
and time in a new way
made more material,
less abstract. Totally rad.
Discovered that Itching
the back of a pig
is about as immediate
as I can get.