“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.
nicholauspatnaude 