12 July 2006
But I have been to the moon
The peroxide women cram the bus,
another day of worry and fuss.
There I sit on a neglected bench.
Do not miss it, implores an old friend.
"But I have been to the moon," I say
and wave the bus away.
The moon is terrible and beautiful,
you cannot breathe but still strain
to consume the white ball light round.
The bench abuts against some woods,
reddish mud and a wide sky.
I say let the bus go by,
for I have been to the moon
and it changes you.
