go ahead & waste
another sheet of
paper no one is
looking so you
might as well
scribble what you
need to scribble
just get it down
& out & on the
page & just look
at it there alive
on the page
dying in the light
but writhing with
this new found
freedom & if you
turn over the
page it stills
to silence like
a bird in a draped
cage but flip it
over again &
it starts mewing
& mewling & how
can you ignore it
so read it again
before you stick
it in a drawer
to smother in
slow decay until
you discover it
covered in loose
change & rubber
bands & dead
batteries &
whatever else you
want to forget
& give it a whisp
of breath before
realizing those
bastards were right
about distance
& time & rage


dear robert carpenter
we appreciate your
letter & especially
the fact you took
time to write about
the paucity of cats
on lunar mission nine
however we are a
household products
company with no say
in what nasa is up to
but our pet food division
will reach out soon
about an exciting
marketing opportunity
& also please find
enclosed several specially
selected coupons
sincerely bigfarmco


’twas twilight on the inner rim
& in orbit husks did glow,
those rusting hulks aflame again
that died so long ago

when Major Thorne set out to seal
the locks against the Kl’o
but failed to ram the hammer home
& bargained this shit deal

where Kl’o can come & Kl’o can go
as pretty as they please
through the gates of hyperspace
while we must bend the knee—

but now m’boys you see the sign,
writ in the stratosphere:
the reclamation has begun—
let’s teach the K’lo to fear