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Space pod 3i426d-!*)+-

by Johnny Crimson

They dug in time,
a bending cadence
that thumped
the earth.

Each shovel found new,
lunar dirt's collide
beneath fingernails,
galaxy's birth.

Slide me in there,
make a space,
appointments kept,
celestial gaze.

The river ripped through
a valley misdirected,
upstream climb
reward strayed.

Miners gave it all,
through their backs,
their stomach's
her eyes.

Yet I was last
in a line
of many,
many fools.

To have fucked you
in the back
of Kmart
and Kids"R"us.


Posted on 06/04/2012
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/04/12 at 09:51 PM

You ol' softie, you. Fantastic as always.

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