"A Smoking Gun"
I am nobody's fool but your own.
Only a fool believes the planet earth always had one moon.
Mars had four now it has two.
Others had a few.
That got stuck like glue.
Something old for something new.
Stolen and saved.
We got spanked when we were naughty and misbehaved.
My head was shaved.
A road has been freshly paved.
In black, steaming tar.
Not far from Aroma.
Shaloma to-
Mr. Bernard Goldfart's blackhead poetry.
Black holes.
Craters of a loon's moon.
By Jonathan Billet
10-18-15
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