Lunar Landing

Lunar Landing
Television
Black and White
Day and Night

Leaping, prancing
Bubble dancing
Across the screen,
On the globe.

Book of Job
Channel five
Is it real?
Is this live?

With peanut butter,
On kitchen counter,
fingers jelly
At this formica hour.

She draws a face
In the virgin surface,
A smooth, brown skin.
I pierce its' mask

Like a rocket.
Knife landing in
Deep Craters
Smiling back.

Twinkle, twinkle
Seems so far.
Shiny moon,
There you are.

Here I am
In your eye.
Wish I could fly.
But on this day,

I break away.
For breathless moment
To take a minute,
Now alone with
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Childhood Infinite.


5/2/22