the show
--- for Major Tom
again
comes sundown
& it is cold here
in this room
too small to contain
my loneliness
mind gray & vacant
searching the solitude
for clues
that might unlock
this puzzle box-
slow movement forward
through another day
nothing left to say
that doesn’t sound
like nonsense
quiet anguish
as my imaginary
rushmore crumbles
& falls away
i thought i heard
the telephone scream
"no more messages"
but i really can't
make out the words
only the noise
of a mechanical voice
how long has
this beast
been grazing
in my temple
how long
has this dust
been descending
across my shoulders
how long
has this night
been falling
how long
have i been
crawling
inside myself
my mind
seems tired of me
the show
will not go
on
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