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 An epic dawn retreats

Daylight splayed

Like circus knives on a wooden table

Evil clowns playing finger slicing games

Like ancient gods with the sharp edge of a lightning bolt

I am falling from the moon

Slipping off the Sea of Tranquility

Land me upon the dark side

Where the bases are

Where the ships are parked

Where the architectural wonders lurch

Like pinpoints puncturing space

Back here on Earth I must take all the pills

Because society makes me nervous and ill

I shake like a blast-off beacon

The moon dust sprays

Like my heart and my soul

Full of jitters and bitters

I grind my days down to noxious points

The poison people demand and cry

And all I do

Is ask why? Why? Why?

Can’t you shut up and move

And then in the breakroom

Where the co-workers blab blab blab

How can you talk so much and say nothing!?

Of the slightest interest

With a degree of intelligence

Higher than a plop of wretched stool

I want to scream and scratch like a cat

But I swallow it all down

This rage, this disinterest

And as I get older

I feel I have less to say but more to think about

To myself, inside my mind

I have little interest in conversation

I want peace and quiet

I want robust serenity

I want birds and grass and cool air

The noise of the dumb world out there is overwhelming me

I need to retreat

Into the arms of my other

Her tender sleep is quiet.