trekking slowly
silently
rugged terrain
traversing lunar seas
jumping deep rills snake-like from a
distance
dry rivers flowing nowhere
scaling craters and mountains
adolescence was cruel
to this pocked and pimpled
sponge
tell me ugly sphere
what secrets do you hold
kicking up sand
i curse it’s cold shoulder
you’re mere debris
of yonder cloudy gray planet
wish i could
breathe life into your nostrils
a tremor
a quake
erupting red
like an angry face
crawling, i grab on
to some flag draped stake
shielding my eyes
trembling
in disbelief
faint, yet distinct
footprints
in the dust
eroding away Houston, Texas ‘81
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