most care little
about running out of space
there’ll always be a patch
to plant pumpkins they say
always a spot in the wilderness
to build a log cabin
the bigger problem
most everyone seems to agree
is about running of time
at least living on this planet
with its natural resources
dwindling by the minute
may two thousand twenty-three
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I could have had religion
but I wasn’t born that way
imagining unable to give life
no longer a god
the ending materializing
but that’s not how the story goes
perhaps it’s all the simplicities
that makes it so complicated
children are raising their hands
to be taken into space
away from a place
that maybe makes sense
one out of every seven days
december two thousand twenty-one
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you make me feel this big she said
eyes squinting
thumb and forefinger
an inch away from her nose
walking taller than usual
she exited the stage like someone
who knew exactly
where she was heading
as open minds followed
her every footstep
my mind traveled far inside
that imaginary space
she had just recited
march two thousand fourteen
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when the two humans arrived
I knew there would be trouble
the pigman who carried
death sentences
on twelve systems
was just dying to pick a fight
once the pigman’s
wanking arm lay alone
on the floor of the bar
the music resumed
and we all just looked away
and carried on
about our business
september two thousand thirteen
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adrift on a raft
with no land in sight
you lie back
and make friends
with a setting sun
lost in dreams
the bulging moon
wrecks havoc
on brainwaves
regenerating
distant stars
seek rolling waves
tossing you
into a whirlpool
of endless light
march two thousand thirteen
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Prisoners walked the lily fields
in magnetic boots
picking up pieces of shrapnel
left from centuries of hatred
Misunderstandings on Earth
are as certain as battlefields
unnecessary as bleeding hearts
never truly loved
Children of all civilizations
were fed into the factory
placed in single file lines
and taught elastic freedoms
As the elders grew past death
they’d come to realize
peaceful starships could sail
beyond the sun and back
april, two thousand twelve
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