"orbiter" poems
The windfarmer was thirty
When Sputnik was launched.
He woke the kids who followed
His finger across the night sky
Of a nativity scene.
He returned to the tractor,
Ploughed years of soil,
Planted rows of questions,
Tilled crops and cared
For animals.
He's a windfarmer now.
Stands beneath the behemoth blades
Turning over the air we breathe,
Felling the clouds,
And harvesting the wind.
The mills are run by a distant orbiter.
His farm,
He calls it Spooknyk.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC
***What is the secret
of this obelisk
we are to uncover..?
That:
The French historian
The hieroglyphs
The Rosetta Stone
The ancient civilization
The Philae lander
The Rosetta orbiter
The shadow
The Solar System
and
the comets
All of these
are simply made
of the SUN..?!***
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
The Point of no Return
From a thousand applications, they selected just us few.
The launch window fast approaching, this seemed like a dream come true.
First they launched an orbiter, our link to Earth, our mother,
Then Robots built the base camp, I’ll be sharing with three others.
We face a lengthy trip through Space; I hope someone brings cards,
confined within a shielded space, fighting boredom and the odds.
Solar panels give us light, hydroponics food to eat
Where the drinking water is coming from I prefer not to think.
This is a one way mission, there’s no plan to bring us back.
Just new colonists now and then to bring us all we lack.
I’d hoped to have three girls along that I could judge like Paris.
Instead I’m with two lesbians and a hairy guy named Boris!
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
Empty voices in the backdrop circle around my personal space.
In my head a song plays on repeat, reminding me forever of this moment.
How could you do that to me?
Remembering when we set up a tent in your garage, turned off the lights
and listened to the rain on the roof.
Leaving me in an empty parking lot, water soaking my old cotton sweater.
"We're friends, right?"
How could you do that to me?
Wanting to leave the resin coated walls of your bedroom,
Yet having no one else to sleep with.
How could you do that to me?
You smell so clean.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC