Traveled Seven Ice Ages, Only One Fatal Dui Poem by Nat Z. Punx

Traveled Seven Ice Ages, Only One Fatal Dui



moses benard
traveler of galaxies
receiver of landscaping literature
you are my western border
you are my sign
that the edge is near
when your sky cranes lift
i feel the tremble
i surrender my microwave to you
you can have all my radios
tin foil and tube amps
fly though ice ages for your sins
i am your copilot
your homefire burning

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Nat Z. Punx

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peoria illinois usa
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