J.A. Howe

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Space Tourism
Now we have interesting space in the room
A line of skulls under cedar
Fluffs of lint flying with dust bunnies
This is the attic of my mind.
I don’t create castles; too much bother
A set of files will do
The monsters of seizure time dance by
Under Edgar Allen’s raven clock
And in this corner fights Mel the eternal dragon
Under a silver bell
While the fairies and aliens fight their
Little tight gangland wars in some other corner.
Awake, asleep, this is my private Eden
The brain I become, that which I am
Me, myself and I dancing as the Holy Trinity.
We’re different in here today
A new mannequin in the shop window
And really
All I did was move a couch.

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