Dreaming Panpsychic Cartoonists

Animate plastic
Drink cups, why don’t you?
The kind at parties

Or wrapped in plastic
Around their plastic
In roadside motels.

Give them characters.
Let them dance and sing.
Give them joys, sorrows,

Heroic journeys,
Humorous sidekicks,
Scary, scarred villains,

The cup with a split,
The one that’s a drip,
The wise, crumpled cup

Overlooked no more
In the wastebasket.
If you must project

Yourselves in all things,
Must pananimate
The whole universe,

Animate plastic
Drink cups, why don’t you?
They have spirits, too.