Saturday, August 22, 2015

SUMMER VACATION A.D. 2489


"Instantaneous intergalactic
travel! to and among the far-
flung lattices

of heretofore
imaginary—liquid
diamond stars

having now—and forever,
and at long last!
become completely feasible;

all scheduled  
explorations—of the little
old honeydew moon

now just sound—
more or less
a bit trivial,"

quipped every
former poet—practically
all at once; each

while hoisting up
a thumb
with a dim

but abrupt chuckle—to every
single poor
tour group

who'd patronize—
his rickety
Martian fishing vessel.