3.12.04

Outermost Reaches

Felonious Peaches
and interstate beaches

and stars upon thars without sneeches
and where have the cicadas been these long seventeen years

the golden reaches of the outerspace niches
and all that litters your inner thoughts
and all the real estate
that you thought
that you bougtht

And you turn around on foreign ground and you wonder from whence you came
and the feeling of solid found that you thought you had gained
from action and effort and focused aim
just fell away in space and time
and the party you're at is just lame

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