Once, A Traveller
My mind still possesses its eye
travelling by the light of those
dirty diamonds we call stars.
I ride bareback on the
gravity of foreign planets
surrounded by absolute nothing.
Up close to the Sun, I can
tell you one thing for certain –
he has never outgrown his acne
and when angered, he spits
like a sailor who is wandering
drunk and blinded, in the rain.