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The Waydown
Armageddon
Portal
Staring Nowhere
Portside
Summit
Gate to the Garden of Eden
Stung
Breathe Easy
Rex Outis(King of Nothing)
Harbored
Immolation
Lost
Fretting
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I'd like to walk on the moon for a day.
Cut through the pathless surface
down into the craters.
Hear those who look past the skies
call me the man on the moon.
Conduct the waves,
and let the surf be crushed
by the very pull and push of my fist.
Bounce from imprints
of Armstrong to Kubrick
and react to their dust.
What I’d give to weightlessly flip
and revolve above the crust
and gaze upon land and sea
from 15 billion inches away.
I’d like to walk on the moon…for a month.
But if I were to wane for more than a moon,
I would coast for the crescent
and glide towards a New.
Spaceman
He wishes to waltz
From paradise road
To the lacquered front door
Showing bronze numbers 22
With the poisoned solstice sun
Setting and cascading
Down past wired fence
And behind—onto Grover Farm
Instead, he stumbles
Up the crumbling brick stairs
And trips over the dripping peeled orange
that was thrown over
His head toward the early
Dry sunrise at 4am
Valleys and mountains
Form in the creases
Of the newly changed sheets
Needle-thin rivers cut
Through clean cotton
And a spotlight is hung
And focused over his head
He’s unmoving
Tie strewn and suit sprawled out
Across comfy rt 1
Like a deer
The eyes are still
Held by the headlights
During his DMT daydreams
He flails
From his nearly crashed Yugo Gv
Sleepwalking towards his spiraling topographics
Without them
He is caught
On a bare mattress
By a titanic rusted staple
in the midst of mescaline
But he did not sink below
Between the red cherry frame
He gazed above
In awe of the paint splattered
And starlit crevices and summits
Creasing the canvas superglued
To his ceiling while he floats
In 0G towards pixie lights over the Rhône
No longer tethered to the discomfort of a spotlight