quantifiable & justification

i wonder if we're quantifiable by
the stuff we leave lying around the
room like: bowling pin rock'em sock'em
robot ring voo doo doll; i wonder if thats
all we are if so then I:

am paper pileup, words words words
all across the floor - I am just books
and papers and discarded food boxes milk
cartons cabbage soup all I am is
loose change paper clips pen caps

clean me up throw me out but maybe
better than Institutional. maybe White
Wash Walls, maybe Bar-red wIndows
maybe Straight Jacket stitutional,
but thats all in the past
the phase out mind moments those times
that life was quantifiable by intoxicants
psychostabilizers and the casual
affrontery of those ugly upturned
eyes. now i'm tired, crumpled
not yet yellowed.
but lets talk about quantifiable
nature of this mind behind
these eyes up this right nostril
(the left plugged too tight)
and anyway, really, whats all this all about: understanding tastes
too pretentious but maybe thats all we have. Life -- is whats spewing
out of us all the time and it slows to trickles and this guy in white measures
it bottles it

-- quantifiable -- like the nature of the Atom
of the Cell. Like the nature of orgasm, like the nature
of people all tied up together hearts.