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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