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Just Dust

The love is the same

Like a classic car in a museum

It still exists as it was

Caught in time

The same as me

And my love for you

Am I that museum car

What will become of me

I met one after you

She distracted me

Then flew away

It goes back to you

My feelings the same

I write about it all

The only way to cope

Now you don’t want me

But we are friends

I talk to a new one

She will think me mad

Doing what I did and do

In a century I am dust…

 

 

 

Heat Index

It's soooo warm here in the office

Like an oven but it's a tropical country

You chose to live here palm trees and beaches

Sexy gals mountains sweet wine and pork

It's ok tho could be better!

How about some snow and ice?

Only on Mt Pulag three klicks up

We sweat like fishes in water

Where’s Iceland when I want it?

 

 

One Way

My ex-friend now lives on the Moon

She flew there by Concorde

On a one way trip to avoid me

All I said was her feet smell

Go and do something about it

I don’t want a friend with bad feet

What happened to your hygiene?

There is a place for people like you

Away on the Moon at your own colony

This is fine for you’re far from me

My friend with the stinking feet

Send me a postcard where you’re at

Sprinkle moon dust on your feet

Maybe then they won’t smell!

 

 

 

Letters Love

A friend of 17 years

Now gone for good

No second chances

She made her choice

I don’t want to talk

Ok have it your way

He will give you that

Forever and a day

Move along now

Nothing happening here

All because of his writing

On his little friend

Who also won’t talk

Did both eat a silence pill?

Once they were Marines

Based on the Moon

Now all are cowards…

 

 

Moon Building

 

Moon Building

Once I was young. It was a while ago. Way back then when the stars and planets were young. I lived here much as I do now. The moon is the same but its been remade a couple of times. Each time it lasts a billion years give or take. I've lived through three cycles now of moons. It's cool and different. You all should get to experience it. Ok so you only live 200 years. I live a bit longer. I want you to get an idea of the existential longevity and well being of this moon. It takes care of itself. Even when it needs reforming. All the steps are known and adhere to certain laws. Nothing impossible can or will happen. It's all scripted. That doesn’t mean it’s boring. Far from it. Planet building is interesting as is existing in the cosmos. I like to be focused on my moon. The big picture is fine but so is the small. I find it more interesting. Take the reprocessing work on the south pole. It's slow work on a microscopic level. Just like building an organism. Made of rock instead of organics. I am the custodian here. A caretaker if you will. I am almost alone here but have a little friend who lives in a rock. She doesn’t say much and hides mostly. Her favourite food is Snow Bear sweets. Those are from far away. I think she keeps an eye on me. Once we were one. Will we be again? Back to business. I do my work and manage my moon. What do you think of this? Do I need her help?

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Moon Exile

 

 

 

Moon Exile

What am I to think when there is no contact with you? I sent you my hiking photos and videos as you asked. There were many and you knew that. You didn’t read reply or comment. What am I to make of this? Another weekend of no messages. You were never like this before. It's only in the last six months after you left me. I never thought a person could change so much. You became a stranger. The stranger I still love and wish was here.

 

They knew what was going on and sent me here. Far away to clear the air. The rocket ship trip took two months. I was in stasis. They say you don't dream in stasis. I dreamt of you the entire time. How can that be? Their chemicals are meant to stop that.

 

I woke up alone far from my home and your sacred presence. Even if you left me I had some familiarity there. Being close to you. Now I am half a light year away. With a scope I can see our system. The place where you are. It looks so faint!

 

I have no way back. Their ship has no more fuel and is disabled. And know you would refuse me. You have moved on. I have been forcibly moved away. They fully knew what happened. It's why the Academy is in charge. It all went wrong when I asked you out. You Dark Angel Evangeline. You who was to be the next Academy Leader. I ruined it all. That's what I do.

 

I am exiled on a distant moon now. Just me here. All I can do is hike, think of you and send messages which go unread. Just like my desires go unfulfilled. I, the King of the Solo Moon. You would like the beauty and solitude here. See you in Heaven baby.

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