Nanopowrimo 23

 Day 1

Moonshot

They've found another ocean on the moon
They've found another ocean in the earth
Cowboys everywhere are shooting for space,
Laika's in orbit, circling us now,
Werner Von Braun sings Werner Von Braun.

Did your Father make a rocket
from the remnants of the Sixties,
fuelled by white spirit and diesel?
Did your Mother make rainbows
from domestic trajectories
Did you crouch like a child in the capsule?

Was America's shadow cast in the desert?
Was the flag still waving in the wind that wasn't,
in the yard of the last living astronaut?


Static

Someone sleeps on teams , someone alive before.
Someone in the left corner or else it's
the right or the left or whatever-
someone is trying now to get
his attention, someone is
waving their hand, so it
appears like a ghost
in random frames.
The hand blurs
He is
Still

Still
Time goes
Time passes
The fly appears,
crawls across his face,
crawls across the mute screen-
no one mentions it, no one
comments, no one chats, no one says
the unspoken. The fly crawls slowly,
it feels like the meeting is eternal,
minutes of an entropy committee .

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