. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Monday, January 16, 2017

Heavenly Things

All of us heavenly things
some of us Jupiter's storm
some of us Saturn's rings
we're found in the Voyager' elliptical path
and in the math it takes to get moms and dads
to and from the moon
in the sulfur monsoons on Venus
the planets' pull is the gravity between us
the crimson carnal lust of Mars
calling from afar
Andromeda's trillion stars
meteors becomes meteorites
solar flares
the Northern Lights
our history evident at night
dust of all life in the sub-atomic planetary systems of our insides
trail of the passing comet
trail of the heavenward rocket
the cockpit a pulsing organ taking man into orbit
the countdown a chorus
into that immortal night of the gods and goddesses
where we are all promised to return
from stardust we were churned
and into stardust we will once again be born.


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