Elsewhere

I have left it all behind I have written letters

to the moon please see they arrive on her steps

she needs to know that I’ve gone into the new heart

with my bag of galaxies and my workaday wit

the funeral will be gravy you know all my jokes

don’t change the punchlines that’s all I ask

the punchlines come with me to elsewhere

because you know some things fill a person in

my only other request:

do not follow me here leave me to the stones

and sand and the moons black against black

what saves the august heart is elsewhere