The Dharma Astronaut
Says, "It's time.
Drop the last gas tank—
this ship is ready for space."
Through the moon-man helmet,
his eyes cross like stars.
He neglects me.
He's got it all figured out.
Abandon ship!
Abandon space!
He's landed on the moon,
ready for his slice of cheese.
Art By: Leonard Baskin
Poetry By: I.E.L
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