Neil Armstrong in memoriam

I never promise the moon
for no reason, Mr Gorsky
This is a false rumor
that poets aim higher
than astronauts

I’m just sitting in my cave
playing squash with words

They return with an echo
leave bruises under my eyes
jump to my throat
demand that they stay with me
for ever and ever

I’m just sitting in my cave
playing squash with words

from the beginning
to the end of
every poem
every love
every day

I’m just sitting in my cave
playing squash with words

August 26, 2012