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
from the beginning
to the end of
every poem
every love
every day
August 26, 2012