Catkiller
Slipshod they came on solar winds
and ancient flame
Windjamming columbus from earth to moon
and back again
with sticky sweet words and photofeet
A kangaroo leap, it landed them shyly
on the maiden
whose gray and orange cherry they sought
for their hungering bookminds
and catkiller
What, they?
Yes, they, the Apollonauts
swept to the other half of their home
on a dead man's dream
and a German's thundering memory:
V-twoing to fame they went
like Spaniards after gold
they searched the cold and native rock
Backstepping and pocketminding
satisfied by narcissus,
they waited awhile then,
until fed by catholic desire
to fill the universe but
finity pleading the
pushed progeny and prodigy
upon the starry road,
chancing again the blackness
Woebegone were those first mars marring,
warring betwixt and between
still slipsliding up the downwell
gravity being the wish shining
at the bottom;
to fall redly to the surface;
blushing and cussing the almost air
they swept away to be ashes to ashes,
dust to dust, but not here:
they died on lonely Mars
Kangarooing again their dust to reclaim,
and display, and praise the desire
rescue came five circled Earth's
too late
and explored Deimos
the highpoint of the mission
Satan's home was in the north, and
magnetically and gravitationally
they found that cool
by lightbending and other tricks of stones
they did it
they were gone upon some other place
than the nine brothers and some
provided:
unnamed except by vague Vespuccis
whose compasses found no known
lattitude or longitude
Around they went, magellanically,
touching cloud and cloud,
bound somehow to return
to the distant poor earth,
to the dirt of home
! symetrically crying
that sunloosed escape meant galactic freedom
they looked for the key that was lost
burning in the heart cluster
ofthe heart cluster ...
Oh did they flame their way to the middle missing
heaven
for heaven is found motionless like
Gods they searched the void full
to find the truth
Oh Apollo, they found it!
Footsteps on the photo,
they found it!
not peace and quiet they found to be the way
but pushing and shoving ...
Leaving Sidhartha behind, they left,
our future fathers,
blowing out of this untimely place
to another, where they still seek the other side
of another wall,
attempting to find that final truth:
somewhere there being truth,
and elsewhere,
perhaps
another