frankincense and cool
rained-through night air
I mix myself a cocktail
of equal parts Dutch
Passion Space Jill
and Blue Dream
I sit outside observing
Venus and her court
skateboarding through
moon-lit clouds
after seventy years
what can I tell you
we’re still mostly
afraid of one another
call it suicide or murder
I wonder when we
have devoured the world
will we have learned how
to get on without it
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