Today’s poem has just stepped out of the Wayback Machine from 2011, so please be gentle with it as the acclimation process concludes. There was some minimal editing, but it amounted mostly to line breaks and a couple strategic spaces.

everybody’s everybody

nobody wants to die 
to get to heaven

living in the past 
& planning for tomorrow

one foot here and another over there

one good swing and you’re on your back

everybody’s everybody
doesn’t know nothing but a thing

a thing is no thing 
and every thing

to everybody, 
is an everybody.