Wednesday, April 8, 2020

The Euphoria of Spacemen by John Greiner

I ring the buzzer
and turn around
to look up the sky.
I long for the euphoria
of spacemen in another
time, when the best
dressed men all wore ties.

We care nothing
for the space race,
the ruby red of Dorothy's
shoes, tornadoes,
the exit from Kansas,
Cosmos, or even
this measly planet.

I look up at the window
that I imagine is yours.
All those flights
that you have climbed
without worry
for the earth
down below.






John Greiner is a Pushcart Prize nominated writer living in Queens, NY. He was educated at the New School for Social Research.  Greiner's work has appeared in Sand, Empty Mirror, Sensitive Skin, Unarmed, Street Valueand numerous other magazines. His chapbooks, broadsides and collections of poetry and short stories includeTurnstile Burlesque (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2017), The Laundrymen(Wandering Head Press, 2016), Bodega Roses (Good Cop/Bad Cop Press, 2014),Modulation Age (Wandering Head Press, 2012), Shooting Side Glances(ISMs Press, 2011) and Relics From a Hell’s Kitchen Pawn Shop (Ronin Press, 2010). 

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