Until We Meet Again, Mike

Gonna miss you, Mike,
when everything (hopefully) goes right tonight
and I'm sent ass-over-end
into shim-shimmering starlight,
past red dwarfs
and lumbering gas giants
magnanimous
and overly bright,
into the very epicenter of my
full young life,
taking a star-studded hike
past lonely meteors
made of the lion's iron
and the devil's sulfide,
long-running Voyager at full mast
fighting the good fight
sending its last message into the past,
tumbling
still
into infinite heights,
the might of that one heavy boot
to my poop-chute
carrying me into the imminent
unknown
beyond the thunder-dome
and solar cyclones
and the hidden birth homes
of infant galaxies,
glimmering
in post-natal ecstasy,
building planets from stardust,
filling them with
seas,
fishes,
monkeys,
us,
bombs,
roaches
and rust,
out into the darkness,
even
beyond love,
beyond reproach,
beyond God above,
until I return again,
on the back of a white stallion,
a stud,
and into every
man
woman
child's
waiting ears,
I utter

"wassup".

2015

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