Monday, August 17, 2015

ROCKET SUMMER

Three
two
one—blast-off! And just 

like that,
everyone—who ever 
felt stuck here

by gravity's 
laws
no matter what—

suddenly went flying
and scrambling 
up—with a warm rush! 

north by north-
westward—
in search of a perfect

ly honest
and a meager
couple of bucks. But—

after just
a bit of that modest
but sweet kind of work—

coupled—almost certainly,
with way
way too much eager

over-
thinking and sweaty
excitement over the trajectory;

there was,
rather 
lamentably—the son

of his daddy's third
(and most green-
thumbed) 

stab at a habitable 
place couldn't help 
but notice—

absolutely 
nobody left!
back at home

in their slanted 
slums of porous row 
homes any longer

who looked—nearly 
meek enough!
to inherit 

the beautiful—if a little 
bit scorched 
by now, and 

stifling—planet earth
whenever 
he felt he was done with it.