Captain Space Pirate, Gaze

 Captain Space Pirate, Gaze

Captain Space Pirate, who lives among the stars, still - in quiet moments - gazes out the pothole at the more distant stars and still wonders what it would be like to live among them.

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Captain Space Pirate, Mutiny

 Captain Space Pirate, Mutiny

Captain Space Pirate, always weary of mutiny, closes the airlock before Sven makes it back up the ladder.

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Captain Space Pirate, Beyond Pluto

 Captain Space Pirate, Beyond Pluto

Captain Space Pirate, evading two Ranger Cruisers by pushing out past the moon Hydra, accidentally and forever unknown to anyone, becomes, for the next seven years, the human who has traveled the furthest from the planet Earth. He is apprehended when, terrified, he circles back toward Pluto.

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Captain Space Pirate, Bloody Booty

 Captain Space Pirate, Bloody Booty

Captain Space Pirate, befuddled, explains to the Rangers that he does not know how that crate of energon cells bound for the Triton Moonbase ended up on his ship. Or why it is so bloody.

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Captain Space Pirate, Galley

 Captain Space Pirate, Galley

Captain Space Pirate, insomniatic in the galley hoping to find food he had not found when he'd looked before, found the not yet dead body of a termite. It's scurrying across the bolted down steel table deranged and nonsensically erratic. Why are you in space? he thought to ask it but then didn't, to conserve his energy.

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Found Art - Black Square Print Error

 

It is starting to feel good to write again.

How often I say, I can’t complain
and then complain.
My apartment, if you’re reading this
is bigger than yours.
Not to brag.

I asked for the smallest thing they had
and they said here
A place so big you can haunt it.
Watch the sunset through the trees
over my climate Mediterranean balcony

way deep into November.
Even doing it now. Pink light
through spiky little fingers
of pine needles. Yeah, 
yeah I got trees,

they're older than me 
And a cat
so very very very
very fat 
and 

happy?
And I’m not that far behind
and yet
this body always runs
when I ask it to run.

This body always stands up 
when I’ve asked it 
and one day I know
It won’t.
But, baby, you should see me run.

I’m not good, 
but imagine a pony, 
the dumbest 
the dumbest pony you can imagine.
On a beach, happy to be there

just running
running
running
running like it is all it ever wanted to do and all it will ever be happy to do.
Just the happiest and just dumbest fucking pony

heels 
clicking in the air on the up-swing.
Dumbest; happiest 
between miles one and three
this body runs

like it wants me to be happy.
And I know it always won’t.
And I can’t complain 
because sometimes I drive back from the Target
and see this big old hawk hang

big old heavy up there
big old heavy in this white ocean air
Big Old Heavy just lives up there and I
just live out here 
alone 

and just
haunt this big old place and 
I can’t complain
I often say
this place is haunted

I often say
but I can’t complain
Because the square footage and the hawk,
and the Target nearby, and the ocean, the good running.
How often I say 

I just though

can’t complain.

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