Day 2 - Space Cadet

So I'm delirious. I worked until 530 in the morning. And I've been trying to listen to General Conference today but I just can't get my mind to stay straight. So I wrote this weird poem. And I just ended it because I need to go to a party and I need to get some sleep before I start hallucinating.

Here's something. Fun and weird. I just believe that you shouldn't quell impulses. If this is what you're writing or working on, you should just ride it through. Sometimes you're surprised. Other times it's just as weird as you thought.


Love and Rockets

I’ll say it again.
If you love me, build me a rocketship.
I bet by morning burn,
we could slap together a space jalopy.
Every car on our block could be part,
while these drivers steer through streets of dream
we could cut their rides to piecemeal,
puzzle a spacecraft from hubs and doors.

I don’t believe in rocket science.
I only believe in will.

Let’s stuff the cabin for takeoff
with pillows, with couch cushions.
Finally apropos, we’ll run our space heater
off our army of car batteries.
Scuba tanks and fishbowls,
snowsuits, mittens, boots.
Nasa schmasa. Funding schmunding.

We need to get back to zero
gravity, feel the shedding
of the world’s steady weight.

And when we’re up, out, left or wherever
when we’re buzzing the moon,
dipping our fin through its ocean of dust
watching the earth like a beach ball
on one of God’s zillion fingers
you will say, “I get it now.”
And I will get it, too.