Poetry · Writing

crossing the milky way; tickets sold out

paid twice the fee

parked in the front

lights beaming in the night

front row:

stars feral and hungry

frothing at tasty planets like a buffet

lined up, ladle like soup

never enough always back for more

take a tour have a map- tour of war

a petting zoo of history

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