Fits and Starts

When they left the earth we

all looked up with binoculars

& stared until we didn’t see

anything anymore, then we

went home & made potatoes

& watched it again on TV.

Engine blocks aerial,

expecting platform.

Inertial minding minds,

yet not comforted.

Hourly backwards verbal,

occurrences unclear in relay.

Who shook before ripe?

Who darkened the corners?

There is always so much

not to know. I don’t know

how we can expect anything

to last, chewy goo doesn’t

even hold your shoes together.

Rock and roll makes me feel

better and so do you.

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