me and my imaginary bird friend diana
discovered a strange alignment of graves
in the southern jersey woods

I was a typical hyper kid playing
hermetic healer praying for rain
and linda’s mom

cathy was the one I pretended to kiss at night
my pillow was good practice
before satellites fell from the sky

me and diana watched the stars
like it was 12-thousand years ago
ursa major dug in the snow

as linda’s mom flew
to a blue planet
in a nearby galaxy

I was just a kid and didn’t understand
the limitations imposed by the speed of light
on the velocity of dream


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Ton Romus is a poet/ artist/ fractallian who enjoys noun phishing on the weekends. He is currently working on a book of poems titled Seaside Buddha Buds Clapping All Fours. In the time it has taken you to read this, Ton has considered 3 more things.