he saw theyre serving
lobster bisque & onion soup
up on the ISS tonight
& it reminds him
up on the ISS tonight
& it reminds him
he says
of Gil Scott-Herons poem
Whitey On The Moon
& he tries to remember
of Gil Scott-Herons poem
Whitey On The Moon
& he tries to remember
he says
that maybe not everything in the sky
means death all the time
as he waits
out the night
bereaved in rags
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