Space supremacists fight for freedom
by putting the rods of God into orbit.
Radioactive droppings from space owls
penetrate from the edge of the sky,
near space becomes fear space.
God's uranium rod shot out of uranus.
Futuristic space lasers cost more than a
nation's education and freedom.
Arms race = space supremacy.
Then deny deny deny.
Yesterday I crossed two short lanes
in orange-hot heat. The sun cast
rays through blue and white dotted veins
of clouds tirelessly drifting rains
to mysterious wonders past.
Once shaded I loosened my slacks,
smelled soft foam and the aroma
of ground wood, nutmeg and burnt wax.
I stamp down steps just to relax
and drift to a noontime coma.
My eyes opened by shutting tight,
picturing a day without sound
I heard the world colorless. Bright
with satisfaction and delight
I leaned on roots stuck in the ground.
Invisible water travels
not so silently, drifting by
the green mulch of plants and gravel
to float up sails that unravel
in winds mixed with laughs and soft cries.
