Recently
a group of women that included singer Katy Perry and broadcast journalist Gayle
King became now the latest civilians to have boarded a commercial spacecraft
for a quick trip beyond Earth's atmosphere.
The physical material was owned and operated by billionaire Jeff Bezos
and his private space company.
On
that crew was a civil rights activist, Amanda Nguyen. They included former NASA rocket scientist
Aisha Bowe. There was also filmmaker
Kerianne Flynn and Lauren Sánchez, an Emmy Award-winning journalist who is
also Bezos' fiancée.
Jeff
Bezos named their vehicle after astronaut Alan Shepard, the second human and
first American who travelled into Space.
Above the recent ship’s door was read three letters. They ended with an “S.” It might have meant to be a three letter
swear word to get to the people watching it on TV or their hand held
phones. Maybe it was ABS, “Alan Bartlett
Shepard.” Or it might have been “RSS.” “ Rotating Service Structure.” Anyway, several points had gotten across.
More
and more in space, we are noting Rats Stars.
And to themselves they keep saying, “ConGrats” which really means “Come
On and Go Rats.” It is sure Common for
them to Go Bats.
That
asteroid hit me and made my place of work a refuge for toads. I became a toad stool. I’m now a Pine Cone Stalactite. I’ve got pulsed in the rain. I was baked up whole by a Medical
Knight. And you just drank your
champaign.
I
bought you fur for your anchor. And you just froze in the frost. Then to the shore while all the tunas snored
as their bass concerted them with whip and score, another anchor encored as it
entered in trods. There went your Atom
Bones as My Aunt Passed more of your team parts fore while still in store and
with stiff itching sores inching up the bored as they’re floored for some
lore. And for rent, that phone you
called to lead you to the assembled with butter ball and signaled sugar
syringed cycles cycloning all those
weavers with accompanying leaf beepers who keep championing the blames of those
toy trains that cross those lanes right into my high crane of your lion’s mane
who sleeps in vane weather or not with his bloody vein view sung in romaine
Roman romanced Ceasar seizers in their pants to dance their weight to France
with a glance while I stance and pant and pant another plant witch was planned
by that panda. It was my plan for me to
get pained with you. By your panty hose
with your pantry host buying probably ghosts in the muddily most. Buy vowels for my bowels from those flying
owls with their repeated scowls. An
ascot hears for my pose here as I posted too late, that is my faith, being hit
in the head by some glowing slate skated by the bower who is much too late as
my brain gets a freight made of Ignatius granite of switch some becomes
gneiss. Slam, scam, scanned to that
scabby swamp. You omni cultures keep
making barns cut up out of stomached guts in the dented huts. Frugal, Fridged, Forgotten Poems. It’s sublime for this ounce to spun with
cones.
I must tell myself to Get up before the sun. Get on the run at one. Once A lot of things you do is an ounce and a
half For the crew at two. You see that Everything
means more and more When we open that door at four. I’ll just have to pour some more. And I am now really alive since There is no
jive at five that Makes us Sublime at Nine.
I joined a neighborhood baseball team
sponsored by Mothers For Drunk Driving.
They have several teams:
1. The
Sober Sox
2. The
No Rum Just Cola Cubs
3. The
No Buzzards
Gee Raff
You Raff
Gruff Raff
Me Raff will may be start astronomical quiz
Quizzared
me red
And Quizzard me blue
Just call me sick
As sick as the flue
Blind
Death
Wait,
or go blindly to death. People claim
they care but the ones that really care are in the same boat as I am. Most of the rest just want to give orders. I never wanted to give orders because I saw
too many dimensions about what is needed and what could be done. Giving orders without knowledge truly gives
disorder.
If
I know something I do gladly give orders to others who want to provide it. I usually end up providing it myself, the
others I work with to provide something also provide learning for me since I
and they know there are many ways to truly discover what is needed.
Eve
of the storm. Quiet, hot,
suffocating. I feel ready to give
up. I look outside. A full moon.
I stare, hypnotized for an hour and a half. My breath is forced steady. That full moon is bright. Almost white.
An echo is etched into my eye.
When my vision slips to the dark starless sky, a blue ghost moon
trails. But I’m steadied again and it is
now white with craters on huge round arenas with rims of mountains. And it is yellow tinged. Now corn yellow. Now dead orange. That moon is dried dust red, chamelying to
blood rust red to brown down to black and it is gone. No stars.
No sky. Just hot heaving vapors
to breathe. Sky and moon there are no
more. No sky. Just the storm. Lightning provides my only illumination. Lightning provides my only sight. Wet, swamped, and down.
New Dimension or Until Ubermania
I
became now self understandably tall. I
became smaller than a microbe. I am
spread out; my hands feel the Earth. My
right foot is kicked by Pluto. My left
knee throbs with Saturn and my heart aches for the Sun which is my forbidding
love. The Sun tells me to love her and
orders me vanquished. That Sun thrives
on my unfulfilled want.
Near
the end Ralphy Boy scoops my abrasives and attractions in line coordinated rays
of his line of machines. He gets my
blood. He attracts my skin. His magnetism flattens my senses until I can
think and reason where I am.
I
see him. I see Ralphy Boy. And I see that he is controlled. I question, is he a copy of a copy of an
approximation of Ralphy Boy trying to view and recreate me? Me for life or me on a shelf or me in a
memory, a looking back to try to think that he did good, to try to warm his
soul to a happy friendship? Is he trying
to approximate himself?
The
nano bots created a woman like the girl on the train.
Am
I on the train? It seems like I am. I get to know her but she knows about Ralphy
Boy and I know that I did not even know Ralphy Boy at this point.
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