poem06 Jul 2020 08:17 am
Tsuukai Book 1960

A.L. Blacklyn

Ads sang, Go into space
Go into space, they sang
See unearthly wonders
Escape the burning seas
Money does not limit
There's freedom, more--
for free!
 
Wheee...
Three, two, one...
Liftoff!
 
My moon body freezes
sneezes and then stiffens
rocks and rolls, cruel teases
to parasitic beats
Oops, in-flight infection?
Lunar detention--can't
Grant me freedom from me?
 
Just accountants silence
calls for help to return
Research is my future
My future is payment
The corp says they own me
Says, Returning to Earth?
Only corpses go free.
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  1. […] I’m thankful that my poem “Guts in Moon Dust” has found a home. You can visit it at Polu Texi: A Magazine of Many Arts. […]

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