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East Side of town

Where the action is.

Sometimes

The action happens late

In the evening.

It’s a cold,

Clear night in January.

I’m traveling through a challenging distance.

The Moon is three-quarter filled overhead,

More of west than of north.

Just to the right, slightly dropped is Jupiter.

It’s cold in the yard. A slow

Wind from the northwest stiffens

The flesh. The neck

Cracks like ice.

People have eaten dinner by 5:30

And the Televisions are cranked-up.

Drop southwest to Uranus.

Drop to icy Neptune.

Drop to acid Venus.

Drops of Universe.

The yapper in the yard across the street

Where the little plastic wading pool sparks

My interest in June, is in for the night, save

For a quick ten o'clock a piss

Glazing selected pickets of a neighbor's fence.

Drop through the Earth to the Sun.

I’m falling

Through Earth to burning

Mercury.

Am I seeing clearly?

I freeze, then boil in the blink of a lid,
Split like the halves of Mercury.

This is how one catches cold my grandmother warned.

Saturn's exposition's buried deep

Through the far side of the Earth.

I can't get there from here.

Reporting from Spiral 1098.

I'll be back as the pinwheel comes 'round.

Maybe then I'll be spinning more than falling.

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