ELONGATED
let me not
lower the tone
by cracking that
old. crude
buffoonish
cartoonish joke
you know the one
you don’t need to
retell it
get myself into
a hole by
repeating that awful punchline
linking hereby
Elon’s glorious Martian terraforming
to the ultimate two syllables
of the oddball
sixth planet
(you do
know it’s name
mos
Greek god of
the Universe)
hole
wormhole
must consult with the late
Professor Hawking
to get the 411
on the physics of this matter
things
on the verge of
the age of Aquarius (ruled by
this 90 degree off-beam
vertical-spinner)
could not
be
more anomalous
(and this
the ruler of
my
rising sign as , I am
sure the reader
must agree. could
not be more obvious)
supposed to usher in
the brotherhood of sisterhood of
woman and man
not this
brotherhood of billionaires
owning more money
than the
stars in the galaxy
(so to
outdo themselves
owning
the stars in every galaxy)
suddenly much musky
this transcendental wealth smell
but this
is all about Mars
planet of the gung ho, most
masculine red war God
not this
mad maverick whose
moon is Miranda
(most moderately maleficent of
all my former
lovers)
but once
terraformed, fully
terraformed
ripe for creating
fresh mythologies
Elton might
just figure
it a glorious sight to see
some discarded orange
blue white wafting in the
first dawn
Martian
breeze to inspire the
new settler inhabitants
(though doubt it will
survive
the first
midnight hurricanes)
poems 2 die for 