I licked the cosmos.
It tasted like minty ice cream.
The stars like sugar sprinkles.
The planets like dirty worms.
The texture was uneven,
Galaxies being what they are,
But most of em were swirly.
A delicious endeavor,
This intergalactic sampling,
But then my tongue hit a dark hole
And my face disappeared.
Its sitting up there somewhere
Locked within the confines
Of an event horizon.
A surprised look
Frozen for eternity.
Cosmos Revisited
© 2008 Mark Pearce
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Comments
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The light of the body is the eye
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"We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us."
~Samuel Johnson
Your poetry, always making me smile.
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"I suggest we learn to love ourselves before it's made illegal."
-Incubus
I won't fave it, though. Because it's just not angsty and pretentious enough.
Hehe.
I don't get anything that Einstein said. At the speed of light, matter becomes infinite? What?
Great job. Very humorous.
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"Good Sire The writers are emboldened and massing!"
I don't know why I decided to go so terrestrial with that description. I'm glad you think it fits.
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"Good Sire The writers are emboldened and massing!"
But like all writing, the writer is probably the last one to know just what that statement is.
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"Good Sire The writers are emboldened and massing!"
What's an artist gotta DO around here to get some respect?
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"Good Sire The writers are emboldened and massing!"
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