Sunday, October 21, 2007

I Am Not Here


Seasonal gig. Doin' math. Algebra. Lotsa algebra.
(I should be done in a coupla weeks.)
In the meantime, here's a poem about space travel.
EVERYTHING IS CLOSER

And the sun revolves around the moon
Incandescent, belching tongues of flame
Into the oily black
At the tip of my outstretched glove
As I twirl in the void, anchored
To a spinning, sparkling starfish,
Miles above the frosty face
Of the sky.

6 Comments:

Blogger Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

Lemme guess, this is the only picture in existence where you're not wearing your hat.

6:05 AM  
Blogger tiff said...

I thought the poem could also be about welding.

Your interpretation (cux you WROTE it) is more romantic.

9:44 AM  
Blogger Bobo the Wandering Pallbearer said...

No no, I am wearing a hat in the picture. Your X-ray vision must be outta whack.

It could be about welding. I could see that.

12:47 PM  
Blogger Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

The wife looks so young in this picture. Is this a Honeymoon pic?

6:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Or about welding in space.

8:06 AM  
Blogger tiff said...

couple weeks - here and gone dude.

COme on back.

12:26 PM  

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