Tuesday, April 7, 2009
going to the moon
Things mostly come and they go -
mostly they go
there were no rooftops for us to climb;
i don't want to fall down.
i want to go up to the moon, give up residency ;
i forfeit sanity- (like i ever had it)
russian rockets take me to the man on the moon
please
i want to go home
to the face on the moon
play with the rocks
please
red rocket
if flags do fly on the moon
i'll wave back to
the nonexistent roof
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