The next poem is called "Twilight Sustenance Hiatus"
which means something like dinner.
[CROWD LAUGHING]
And in the next to last line of the poem there's
a word gem which is spelled G E M, not J I M. G E M.
The relentless confetti of dollars.
I prefer to kiss that silent chipmunk on the roadside
while a tiny ocean of dandelion seeds
arranges a gray throne on his ear.
I have no final vows to take tonight,
though your hair might be floating down the Ohio.
Chameleons can march around a small room if they want.
I could sell gasoline on the desert,
though I would miss the grass.
Or I could even get your name tattooed gingerly
across my wrist at dawn.
There is so little news fit to print.
Yesterday, a moth caught fire.
Today, a lost school of astronomers came back.
We only think tomorrow was called the finished gem.
Tomorrow was called come on.
[AUDIENCE APPLAUSE]