a poem moon

by dm gillis

the moves moon slowly
I watch from the beach
imagining & closing my dark side eyes
might it be a cemetery
maybe
so would a soul fall fast
as a Chevrolet in the absence atmosphere
how would manly astronauts
smoke their Lucky Strikes

Huston oh Huston
we have a problem oh problems
talking orbits they talk
arriving again & again

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