We agreed it was science
that had led us to space
Before our handshakes
there were neck pecks
during the time when
tongue slides
were just between mouth
and mouth
"Is that your blaster on my hip?"
She asked
"No that's acutally my hip."
I quickly replied.
“Skinny white boy.” she said
“I don’t fuck losers.”
Hearing the silent click
from the time bomb in
her cervix
I knew there were only 8 minutes
to escape this vessel
and climb back down
my rope to the future.

04/04/2009

Posted on 04/04/2009
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