(from the Moon Series)
You got to be kidding me with this weight.
You mean this is efficiency? You mean this is progress?
All that black ink and clicks and dings
and returns and newspaper rooms abuzz.
This passing phase and this orbit. Well pretty soon
that moon gonna be outdated, gonna be just a cratered machine
on the shelf settled under dust next to Russian air force
pilot compass and your grandfather's pocket watch engraved -
To my sweat love, never forget hat you mean to me.
You got to be kidding me
with all these worn out niches harboring ancient moons
in the forgotten shops of memory.
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