the earth’s back is turned to the
sun
we sit in shadows we are told
that god called night
the photons that traveled for
thousands of years
through the sun’s eons old
pinball game
are finding a warm planet on
the earth’s opposite side
just eight minutes into their escape
from the callous clutches of a
fiery hydrogen hell
and i’ve had so many doubles i’m
seeing double
holding onto a street light
trying to figure out which way
is home
finally i concede that i must
recede
and stagger to the alley behind
the bar
lay down by a dumpster
and feel the spins win
till unconsciousness comes and
takes me
to the void of obliterated
sleep
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