No Place For People (a poem, of sorts)
Marvin and I went to the moon in the early light and I said: “I’m sorry we’re herebut this is the only way to get away from people.” Without the roar of their engines, without the blaring of their Horns.Without their noise and their talk, without their angry voices.The way they did everything with one hand and nothing with the other.And Marvin said: “This is good because this is not a place for people.”But Marvin wasn’t there so I ignored his logic. I opened my mouth to speak but it was too dark to see so I closed it again.Lucky for meThe moon was …