Monday, December 5, 2016

8938. HAND ME DOWN

HAND ME DOWN
And take me to the moon, 
the side I've not been before. 
Put me in that solar car,
always running, and - 
Mother - come home, 
through this pasteurized 
gloom, past the gloaming
where I roam.
Once I lose, I lose. 
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The magnificent reality is paved
with gel from ten thousand hearts
in the clearing. Hand me down again.
What were all those stories you told?

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