Riding lemon
jello
to the planet
Mars
is not the
harrowing
ordeal it
would be
had the
malleable
missile been intent
on reaching
any
of our
nearest stars,
but still a
fellow can
be pardoned
for
some
nervousness –
however much
he’ll do his
fervent
best to cast himself
successfully aloft
into
the airless ebon
deep.
(God, the
things
you have to do
when you’re
asleep.)
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