18.01.09
Tom crossed the line
this time. The third in as many tries.
Also crossed his eyes, dotted his Tees,
X marked the spot with wet sand from his thighs.
Double crossed the lunar crosswalk:
happens once in a blue moonage daydream.
Suns sweat, asteroids arise across the universe.
The shuttle descends without intent.
And it’s not okay. But Tom,
well,
he just
floats on
anyway.