Astrotourism
Nobody cares about your rocket ship.
Some Andromeda traveler came through last night
feeding stardust to horses in plain view, tonight
he steals glances through torn windows and time-space.
Only visiting, time shares in fallow Des Moines.
Sure ‘bout Kansas, the ethanol powers his take off,
hates the corn syrup food groups round these parts.
Sleeps by the river bend, rockets and hay bales surround
the girls at Cosmo’s mouth get lost, just like ma said.
Just a chance over Jim Beam prom queens and speed
velcro backs open tabs and empty Amex threats.
One too many for joy rides past Mars and space bars
‘Nother night with some Jenni, call for a good time.
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Zach Grattan
There’s a story in every dish, but most people find it kind of hard to listen with their tongue.
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