CHEMISTRY OF ELECTRICALLY CHARGED DARKNESS
She stacked pillows for the moon men
while I fine tuned the coat hanger reception.
Watching the cosmic process is a very intimate activity.
Atop the gantry, thru our black and white TV eyes
she has a white-room vision.
"We're slicker than animals and reflect the moon back to the sky"
It's like soldier talk, playing on words.
Swearing by moon-made magillahs,
we reach the culmination of moon-symbol history.
During take-off she has an erotic impulse.
We kid about Newton's falling apple, apple - oh,
simplistic analogies vs. Kennedy's "just do it"
Summer at the Cape, dude.
Male jock images conquer the TV viewers,
"A giant fall of man thru witless space", came the weightless reply
Relativity is an indelible scatter of bluish boot prints.
Crazier than Russian politics, our own
conservative and corporate religious mentality
spreads from radio dishes, expressed in diamonds,
rattling Pat Nixon's figurine collection.
"We are the champions" says the male sermon to the world.
Crowds jeer as the moon rocks hide their nakedness.
Down gravity's dark ladder hangs a message,
an engraved plaque glowing dragon's teeth,
but no interpretation or dental chart for the Greek teeth.
Bent over the fiercely bright abyss,
isn't it just the grand sneeze of everything
that lights up YOUR meaningful self?
ŠJimmy Warner Design, 2010
