Sunday, April 29, 2012

I am writing a serious poem,
a structured and efficient skyscraper
with Latin passages
arrhythmic architecture
polyphonic windows with men who clean them
descended from mighty Mohawks
they refuse to wear OSHA-mandated harnesses
and people gather to watch them from the ground.

Influenced by Frank Lloyd Wright
and the Death Star
an amalgamation of prairie revival
and a Gemini launch pad
you can only hope that falling in love
will be a trip more like John Glenn
and less like Alan Shepard
except that Shepard
got to go back,
to the moon-
Glenn had to settle for the shuttle
and the Senate.
good engineering
and psychotic mathematics
are the trick
to not burning up
upon re-entry.

If a Mohawk falls
he splashes down in the Atlantic
and is picked up by the USS Hornet.