belly flop

the lady offers a hip swing
up to the lusting skies

stars lose their bearing,
belly flop into black holes

Orion drops his bow
arrows tumble through space

the Milky Way blushes
--such antics 
Einstein would be ashamed

Captain Picard feels the jolt
says, 'number one,
we're following those stars in'

earth spins out of orbit
sun follows suit

chaos reigns
no order remains

the lady just smiles
and  turns her attention to Mars

Pris Campbell

Music: Fever

Return to Homepage
Return to Poetry Index II