Not Here, Not Yet - by
Metal Fred wakes to a day that might be yesterday,reaches for a needle, enjoys his brief heaven.Somewhere up above, moon-flights shuttleendlessly back and forth.Space is a misnomer now. In the thirsty perma-dew of Fred’s moonthere are bones,turquoise and blue veins; a skewed viewof that trampled planet.His high is lowering. Now the moon’s iron lightfloods the […]