GROUND CONTROL to SELF-CONTROL



Out-battled by a bottle rocket for the space
inside the subterranean planetarium (such high
 
ceilings for my self-taught limitations: ground-
 
breaking). Secondhand sober. As if afraid. A
galaxy. All of my multiple. Pieces,
 
these, pieced together like a duct-taped bar stool
launch pad. Arabesque. On the rocks, like extra-

terrestrial ooze after a crash. When the telescope
goes out of focus, T-minus another

tip to the tender: To land is as much a triumph
as liftoff, but it shouldn’t take a NASA scientist

to devise a way to bring my plans to put this atmos-
phere of insecurity on indefinite hold to fruition.

A galactic arabesque, this spiral toward burial—


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Paul Siegell is the author of the forthcoming Take Out Delivery (Spuyten Duyvil Press, 2018), as well as wild life rifle fire, jambandbootleg and Poemergency Room. He is a senior editor at Painted Bride Quarterly and has contributed to American Poetry Review, Black Warrior Review, Rattle, and many other fine journals. Kindly find more of his work - and concrete poetry t-shirts - at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL (http://paulsiegell.blogspot.com) and @paulsiegell.