What I choose to portray, then and now so holy whole
The black hole implied even demanded by the theory
No one wanted to imagine it could really be true, that is real
But, lo and behold, the gravity waves have been found
And black hole collision seems very real these digital days
You’d think someone would have thought about want it means
To install a global ALL ONE THING electronic nervous system
Union suit to out do all the unions in fact to undo all the un-
Mentionable unions (everything that actually held life together)
Although it had all been under attack forever and it’s hard enough
To understand why Show Down on the long receding vanishing point
Street of the Saloon, Café and General (store) all down home on the Plantation
Mistress holding bottle and slave-servant with pitcher waiting to decant water
Whatever did happen to Kansas anyway we’ll never know where we are now
So many information bubbles, so many people and yet all one thing boing-ing
Together billions of light years so very far away billions of years ago black holes
Boinged away, Boing, Boing, Boing, Big bang Black Hole, Black Hole Big Bang
While the sniper is squinting in his long telescope The Sniper is cradled
In the crotch of a tree while Football Practice is the ultimate head shot
And Johnny Unitas’s number will never be retired, no number 19
Will be Jonny Unitas’s number for ever and for ever more.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.