Bad Daydream (inorganic blue cheese) by Gregg Dotoli

scared myself,
reflecting bathing
in moon silence
and hypnotic diamond star clusters
I realized new earth missions
with bots, sensors, battery acid
diapers, rot,
bad exp[e,i]r [e,]ment[ ,s]
half-life
man-trash, germs
perfectly packed and ready to go
soon we pollute the moon

Gregg Dotoli lives in New York City area and has studied English at Seton Hall University. He works as a white hat hacker, but his first love is the arts. His poems have been published in, Quail Bell Magazine, The Four Quarters Magazine, Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Halcyon Magazine, Allegro Magazine, the Mad Swirl, Voices Project, Writing Raw and Down in the Dirt.