Landing on the Sun

same swelterin’ catastrophe
with a red sharpie
exclamation
mark,

i run the course like a
striped dalmatian lost
in Poodle Park.

not nearly as handsome as
the funny papers
told some,

and if ever i took flight
i bet i’d land
some,

check that, i’d land my
damn ship right on
that cooker
of a sun.

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