in space no one can hear you dream

i’ve gone into a club

cleaned myself up

and headed here sober

 

it is loud, crowded

i keep being bumped into

it reminds me of the kuiper belt

and it’s just as icy

but nowhere near as quiet

as techno blares

and people try to talk over the music

 

is this where people look for love?

so convinced this is the place to be

they can’t break free

from its gravitational pull

i now know what’s inside a black hole

 

even by the outer bathrooms of this solar system

it’s as crowded and icy as the oort cloud

looks like i beat voyager one here

 

in the vast complexities of this expanding universe

there are no poets, philosophers or physicists near

but it is all still theoretical

and more devoid of meaning

than anything the cosmos has ever showed me

 

i burst into the open smoggy air

crowds are still gathered outside

and i can’t hide how much i want to get away

my pace is fast as i find my cigarettes

 

i reach the interstellar medium

not much here to bother me

i stop, light up

and stare at the moon’s appearance of tranquility

even though it is moving

at over two thousand miles an hour

i guess the appearance of everything visible

depends on how you view it

 

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