the final frontier/
Happy National Poetry Month 2 of 30
i don’t care what anyone says /
but space / you know / that really big thing
above / below/ & all around us
that shit is really
really big. & i also dgaf what people say /
it’s not around us / we are in it.
i only said the above/ below & around us part to be inclusive.
&i’m hard pressed to be firm on the fact /
we are also not in the middle of it /
no sir/ we are somewhere so inconsequential /
that even if we issued peace treaties &
solved the appetite thing / we would still be a pale blue dot
on the verge of killing ourselves like a bullied freshman
we are the hollow calories /
that a venta black panther of the universe
that follows slowly behind / solitarily
how thick the jungle is w/ wild black matter
we / as people /
have sent a robot into the vastness /
& have the audacity to call ourselves geniuses
we have also sent prayers up that way too /
& called ourselves pure by doing so
we have sent peony blossoms of fireworks
& called ourselves patriotic
we have undone the flame’s cursive
by way of smoke in wish on cakes
we have pointed to it w/ sextants to give our ships rest
& you know what/
maybe i do agree w/ the people that think
space is church/state separated from us /
after all /
we are one one planet /
all of us / right now /
& we can't comprehend /
that we are doing this / all of this/ together
forever.

I watched the launch today. And cried. Some tears were for the above reasons. Others were because I wanted to be on that rocket.
Jim, you got it right. We’re mere dust particles in the universe and we think we rule. How silly.