Rocket Science

monday starts a guilty moon
at the suggestion of misplaced
land grabs that silent partners
waiting in the mono-hued rooms
strike positions of rocket scientists
here to dream of random confessions
in childhood we are all chemists
that poets occupy spaces of our police
we are sentenced to more than life
united, we stroll streets like francophiles
when february winds corrupt winter
broken industries leave theory to the dogs
let loose to my practice of sitting
with six words to explain myself