Are there strategies to displace binge eating
with binge doing?
Wouldn't it be swell to get $ for binge coding?
something like:

poem.each do |word|
money = word.compose(your.wordstream)
end

More efficient monetizing of your thoughts.
More efficient cars and buses.
Correlarry: more paved roads, driveways and concrete surfaces,
therefore, more runoff pollution.

It's not the end game
yet, but a vast,
complicated middle game
with closed centers
and deep positional
Play.

Will our grandmasters make
a mistake real-time playing?

I
4:30 A.M.

The Moon shines directly into my eyes as I sit,
prosaic and calm,
It some 238,900 miles away and they say
3.8 centimeters farther from Earth than
this time last year.
I read of a plan to monetize the Moon.
Monetize the Moon?
The Moon must have read the same
article and thought,
Enough of this Moon/June
tune/loon business.
I’m finding myself a nice uninhabited planet
to lighten, to orbit, to influence.
Monetizing is not in my Moon Contract.
So long, Sucker Earthlings!

II
Cosmic Matters

The early morning moon is cloud-smudged,
exhausted from a week of heat,
can’t pull itself together to make a tight circle.  
Really, though, some galactic giant gyring from orb to orb
could have step-****** the moon - on its way to Mars,
perhaps -
and discombobulated the moon’s defined
roundness
and now, its pale, borrowed, low-karat shine  
is disheveled and bleary.  
This leaves me with two questions:  
Will it be cooler today?  
How did the cosmic giant miss Earth…or did it?

III
Missing Moon

Is it the June Gloom’s shroud
that hides your early morning glory
or is it not that time in your cycle,
for your cold elegant light is unseen
and my morning writing is not illuminated by you
but by a small bulb controlled with a switch.

back when pictures were pictures,
not a way to make money,
models monetizing,
souls no longer appetizing,

phones making liars out of us.
decent people falling in lust.
finding meaning in holes.
bodies falling for tolls.
morals murdered and null.