terrible old robots,
flow through doorframes
under windowsills
in cold covers
in the mattress
small things gather together
dustballs and children
happier together
and alone.
astronots
in gray uniforms
composed of dust
from sterile suns
never breathed life
Buzz, Buzz
old news of the accident
in the crater shadows
hidden wellspring
here on Earth
astronots
look up sadly
Sometimes I feel
the stars are my father,
and sometimes I feel
the moon is my mother,
and sometimes I feel
that I am the warm sun
because sometimes I feel
the Earth orbits around me.
But sometimes
I’m eclipsed.
One day, not long ago,
we were in love, you and I.
Unless, I’m wrong now.
some nights
- the stars
- dimmer
ashes
- some days
ashes
- to us
Eclipsed
known place
has fallen
from the sky…
Where are America’s heroes now?
Will those days never come again?
When time seemed transfinite,
and tomorrow held a better promise.
Will I nevermore to behold
a place so lovely or filled so well
with friends and companionship?
Have I sailed too far in the vessel of time?
Woe betide shores
take me home
in my heart’s will.
