toothpaste and cigar smoke

makes a great breakfast
when you know everything
will soon be over
and you did everything
to make that
happen
I chew
on that thought
for quite a while
and I look up to see
what they see
the rocket is moving
leaving its streak in the sky
it's hard to see from here
but I know
the arc will be two degrees too
great
to achieve perfect orbit
and if not corrected
I'll have made something
last forever
even if nothing
is ever really gone
the rocket will always be
and I'll always be who I am
so I might be trapped as myself
but I made myself
something the world will remember
at least for a little while
I wonder which will
mean more
the individual suicide
or the astronomical catastrophe