Planet X

Today we are free or living in the Matrix.
A foothold for people of conscience

to remain silent. The post said, ‘the mythical
Planet X is real and scientists are calling it

Planet Nine.’ You are there too walking along
its highly elongated orbit, walking

while keeping in mind what can’t be measured
in this agnostic blue. Walking and whistling

a bootleg version of, first, whale-song then
that Beatles tune ‘Happiness Is A Warm Gun.’

Nothing says well-traveled like a worn trunk.
Words like oxygen for the soul freely

chosen from the codes of others, decorating
fearless with no rules, here where

the plans for you are known, where you step
into a painting on a carpet that defines the space.

David Wyman's second poetry collection, Violet Ideologies, was published in 2020 by Kelsay Books. His first book Proletariat Sunrise, also published by Kelsay Books, came out in 2017. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Dissident Voice, Blazing Stadium, BlazeVOX, Clockwise Cat, Picaroon Poetry, Down In The Dirt, The Voices Project, Squawk Back, Tuck Magazine, The Aurorean, Zombie Logic Review, S/WORD and Genre: Urban Arts among other publications. He's a fan of Noam Chomsky, jazz guitar and the visionary poetry of William Blake. Read other articles by David.