it was row after row
little houses, all the same save
for some variances
in the way front doors
were framed
porch or none
this was a mill town
there were a dozen or so
along the waterways
leading to the great river
most of the city worked
in them, save for the service industry
aah the service industry
the saviors of when
working class
gets set free
this
inside a dream
is my awakening
to fall in Love
the panic button human trick
what sickness descends
when separate
from nature
we've tried to live
for too long it seems
this far away
from where we came
they took the president
away in handcuffs
it was all that was tv
for months
little did anyone know
it was stagecraft
and show
some thought better
stayed cynical
to the end
the elite are living on the Moon
and Mars and harvest diamonds and gold from asteroids
because they can
someday
some books
some set of encyclopedia
will be found
somewhere within
the great expanse
of forever
on a relic
and ghost
interstellar
cargo ship
our history
paper paused
better than
Carl Sagan's
riff record
on voyager
which was appropriated
by the great leadership tribunal
after that final Earth war
the one where we became
prisoners here
and up there
specked fools
velvet black night
were where
humanity went
long ago
we're past
saving, almost
16 tons
and a soul hung
with the dust
of becoming
property ...
we had but one chance
and there we were
nervous as all heck
about to be undone
by our jangled mangled
sense of calm
we said
it wasn't going to hurt
it did
and still does
ghost pain poem
the limb that once was
an attribute
a finely tuned resolute
surrey with fringe at the top
we rode in style
beatnik beauty queen
eyes lined
a turtle neck on
with a wool high collar big lapel coat
you wore me the way you wore yourself
every time
I loved you for that
bliss followed
my heart
into dust
every time
we turned towards morning
towards other poems
the fantastic parts
we were still sleeping
dream vestiges
the crumb-lings
of darling
and derring do
we children
of Prometheus
and Electra too
hide beneath
the swing path
waiting for the sun
we are stealing
what is
known as
the rite
of passage
just how
we too
ascend
heavenly rooted
right here
living
animals
into stewards
again
we gained
perspective
always loving
the rain
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