The Spaceman…

The spaceman
sitting on the swing
that’s hanging from the moon,
is looking down on us
from the sky.

He’s falling deep in love with
the city lights.
He’s tired of the stars.
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To a city…

City living drives me wild.
I love the lambent neon lights,
the wide-awake in dead of night,
the sound of parties, sound of fights…
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