by Martin Pedersen

Back to Earth, dangerous trip down
our spiritual equilibrium depends
more on Dave Letterman than Siddhartha
or the art teacher whose tits look better than creampuffs
not to be confused with the man on the moon
bumbling around among white padding
             Oh, these drugs are good!
a musical memory racing at 4000 RPMs
on through the lunar night, big daddy
and relived by day, turn by wicked turn
on full throttle just so it rhymes
whatever, 3800, still pretty lucky
considering the times.

 

[Martin Pedersen, originally from San Francisco, has lived in eastern Sicily for over 35 years. He teaches English at the local university. His poetry has appeared in Ink Sweat & Tears, Sonic Boom Journal, Scarlet Leaf Review, Former People, Starving Artist and others. Martin is a 2011 alum of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers.]

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