Tuesday, November 13, 2018


I’m absurdly catholic
In my own tastes, truth to tell.
If the disk of glowing gas
Cannot coalesce, oh well.

I’ll listen to and enjoy
Whatever you have for me.
Once I was the crooked boy
Burning ships swept out to sea.

God, if we could only pull
Ourselves together, my friend,
We’d be the planet we ruled
Once, in our minds, to the end.

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