NO WORRIES

NO WORRIES

no worries
be not alarmed

all she is quantum
physicist slash leather biker
cosmologist

spouts electro-
magnetism and
I could die for that tune

oh when those words
hit me
    bumper to
bumper
(brutal the noise they make
down that Shannon
Weaver channel)

pretty quickly better
wheel me to launch pad
announce to Mr Musk
that she
gone lit my fuse

get NASA and the Ruskies
to clear
     my trajectory
find

a love conducive planet
where
     we can
make our home

in the goldilocks zone (and
one two
three
bares)

we can do
     that fantasy

the gravity little
atmosphere
    care free
                 kindly
Xenomorph of
       utopian politics and
soft
   epistemologies

so me and my cosmologist
can feedback loop gone
apeshit

obscenely cybernetic in
cute sexual secrecy