Jupiter's Sailing Skiffs

They say down in the deep core is
a very tight ball of hot rock
pumping like a black heart
pushing chords of positively-
charged magnetic pulse waves
out, up

a drumbeat thump thump
she swings in ragtime her sweaty
wide hips
altar call cadence space junkie
high on star dust

the sky was littered with dross like
a toddler's tossed toys
great floating islands of stone
some of them macro miles wide
covered by cities of men in
cobblestone collectives
listing bejeweled continents kept aloft
by the tossed and tossing
negatively-charged magnetic pulse
pushing back down

dancing doldrums shows swing sister
sexy red underpants pointing
to heaven
long legs interlaced
and the twist

swirling in deep umber undulates
between it all
in thick knots of cumulous clouds
bulbous and ribboned in cold glass
bolts of lightning
bulbs of gaseous fragrant glide
gaunt eagles soaring
in screams dive
in storms ghosts die
in the silence a fierce wind finds
lonely lanes to blow'n'go
in between all things
lies Jupiter's open road

and o'er that frothy ethereal tide
in sleek sailing salsbury ships with
sleuth keeps and
waving colored vigor
the sailors running tallow line glide.

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