Ode to a Grasshopper

(I hope) the only reason That I am this pre-autumn Afternoon in the privacy Of my suspicious living room Grant myself permission To believe in god once again Is solely because I saw An unexpected grasshopper Staring at my thoughts On the table that keeps The telephone from having A mind of its very own At first I was startled And then I was startled less At the sight of this insect Put together in green details To pay me an afternoon visit 39 floors above floor level In my High Rise Hobo apartment Miracle on 53rd street Grasshopper hopped all the way 39 floors above floor level To deliberately invade my privacy And I didn't mind at all After grasshopper assured me It didn't speak English or Spanish Or Chinese with an Italian accent So we hit it off right away You mind your own business And I will not ask you Any personal questions aside From how the hell did you get here I've never written a poem About grasshoppers this high up before And I know it wasn't something My non existing paint brushes Conceived behind my back and The only grass I have here is To smoke & not hop around in Until I get dizzy and levitate There has to be a mistake Or did the grasshopper take The elevator to the 39th floor And enter my apartment without knocking To make it obvious grasshoppers Have the right to remain silent also And give credit to the desert For his arrival and not no Almighty The only other mystery capable