Annotations For Astronauts

My untimely Lover, Take in the notion that this Is not the proper moment. This is not the moment to be seen Or get fed. This isn't the part where the rain falls Or when the clouds decide That beacons should take over by dusk. I have considered many long nights Past the judgment of a juvenile mind And they have all been but forgotten. I have realized the sentiments Of mothers built on morphine But I have not dismissed The outcome of subordinate fathers. I stepped past an ugly lawn With a proto type framework And drifted between the lines, Mingled with the guests And smoked my lungs away, Cried my eyes out, Or left the football team stupefied. With this injunction, I'm compelled to leave a message For a penny and a praise. If this seems questionable, My ill clad Lover, Take the time to memorize My most infamous traits. I write smut for a living And eat sex by the handfuls.