“Poem Star”

“Poem Star”

Call me back never,

never for all that grows in football cleats

and rotten cheerleader uniforms

for waterfalls burning

for corks without aim

for the burnt mask

and they haven’t made me since 26426

on a distant star planet

dripping from their foreheads

an alien race lost in radio waves,

the machines have met us alive

for centuries of blood rhumbas

and vipers in your jeans

we though you’d moved away by now

and fallen off the trees.

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