It is the hottest day of the year
There are 200 dustbins to walk past
Every morning
On the way to sit down and work so I can
get paid
And one day live somewhere there is less
garbage
Crushed mint
Vaseline
Music of the gods
And a 14th moon is found
Out there where the lack of air is a gift
Where the closer to the sun you get
The further away from breathing you are
And you need one more line for balance
Space
Time
Absolute quiet
But that line never comes
So you grind teeth and swallow bourbon
And sit in the sun and bake
Trying to see past the burning light
Without actually
Ascending
I turn up the volume
Push up my sunglasses
Look up to try and find moon 14.