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back to the moon

Wednesday 27th February 2008 3:29 am

you not going back to the moon then?

So much sixty anticipation
a silver rocket
may as well be pink
As clouds part
Your fantasy labia
quite appropriately it sticks up
from the launch pad
it’s morning glory,after all
this is houston

Oh our god

How we spent time,
waited
tinkered,
created
achieved,
invented
our jet pack, back pack, prod

oh our god

Our frozen flying star stripe mac flag
it's all in the bag
Tagged this natural world
WE! the Stars
magnificant machines
Mahhhhn

and now for the next world.....

A collective breath
Hung on the footsteps
Of tranquillity base
While at home
Our dull grey tubes
Played out a rat race
a sci fi soap of somar
Buzz and the boys, free
You sound so sci fi chic!
In fashion
The metal foil fellows of 69
The goldfish bowl bellows
Of amazement
Heard crackling
This time
In hard helmets
Black and white
Irony
with two eyes, Yankee

Not a jap in sight

B I P
“Earth?, Tranquilty base here”

B I P
“I’m at the foot of the ladder”

B I P
“There are no indians.”

B I P
“Quite boring, actually.”

SHHHHCK

Bouncing,
the baby boys played on it;
metaphorically peed on it:still cocked
took a stick to nothing

then left it alone.

◄ My God a Goddess

a broken law of friendship ►

Comments

Francine

Mon 13th Jul 2009 06:16

I read it and understood most of it...
and without reading your explanation first...

I am getting there ; )

Pete Crompton

Fri 29th Feb 2008 08:54

thanks Sophie
hey ill prob put this up as an MP3 ya into or what?

ill be writing from a diffeent space for a while, if anything just to sharpen my traditional sphere, if such a thing can be done (as I cant find any corners) especially on the moon it being so round these days

clarissa mckone

Thu 28th Feb 2008 01:48

I got it Peter, I was always flying to the moon and around as a kid, but Im wondering about the atmosphere thing, you know me always thinking , I know there is not an atmosphere . why dont others? Would that not affect the trip, I mean make it rather fake? I dont know.Curse my brain for thinking to dam much. Great poem though, funny yes funny

Pete Crompton

Wed 27th Feb 2008 20:49

yikes my post has become garbled Sophie. SOmehow a segment has ended up at the end.
c o n f u s e
sorry!

Pete Crompton

Wed 27th Feb 2008 20:40

So you made it to the moon?
Are you not going back then?

It's just that it seemd a heck of a lot of trouble
and a gargantuan amount of cash
to get there
I just assumed you would be going back every day?

"well no, there were no indians there"

Oh nothing to kill, I see.
No one to bully, I see

Bit boring was it?

"er apart from playing spacehoppers and crashing the lunar buggy, yes"

Makes sense, yep.
I noticed when you er, put the rockets up, you know tossed them up to the sky, it kinda of seems like a big metal prick, like a needle.

Pointing up from the launch pad at the labia sky.
You fucked the planet
now fuck space.

Does that make sense or am I being an arse, Buzz (aldrin)?

well the whole thing kinda freaked me out mahhhn Im still getting over the trip.

They dressed us up cool too, in bacofoil suits! wow mahhn far out sixties (sixty) fashion. Mary quant was gunning for us at one point.

anyhow what I was trying to say Pete was Sophie could have joined us, hell yes I could have shown all the poets a thing or two up her lookin down an the world. We the yankees beat the russian bear ya know!

what Pete was tryin to say is
we conquered the four corners of the earth
found the moon
pissed on it (to mark our ground)
got bored
and left

rather like the proverbial concrete lamp-post!

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SOPHIE! sorry its a fun way of explain the poem!!! you see any more or I made it worse!!!!!

:-)

Pete

oh, ok, well it looked good down here, until your rocket had disaperaed into the heavens.

Did you meet god BTW? and How was he? Elvis perhaps?

Oooh no nothing like that.
We did put on our black and white helmets, hard ones.
and before they ask, no they are not available in pink (tut you and your phallic jokes Pete as bad As Mr thomas)

well talking of helmets, and things one eyed Japanese mean anything to you?

Your nuclear bomb kinda put a stop to the imperialists, did you see any up there?

Pete, you are gettin offensive, we only defend!
we pre packed our jet pac and the frozen yankee flag. We had to make the flag look like it was flying so we created a frozen one. There is no atmosphere you see. (apart from spacehopper parties)

carol falaki

Wed 27th Feb 2008 20:31

Hi Pete, I read it 3 times, a bit of a challenge at first but then eureka!
I like it.
Was it all faked? Only Lady Moon knows the answer.

darren thomas

Wed 27th Feb 2008 10:59

The 'Golden Porridge Gun' is awarded to Mr Peter Crompton. Many layers indeed. The phallic symbols, the unnecessary penetration and soiling of a beautiful thing for Man's own gratification and nothing much else. The anti-climatical experience felt by Nations...Onwards towards Mars. The girl standing at the bar sipping her Astro cocktails saying silently, "Come and get me Big Boys.
Unmanned probing is good - but not like the real thing".
Love it.

Pete Crompton

Wed 27th Feb 2008 10:11

Thanks.
Hey yes Ill read this one out.
Its really fun to read I tried it just after writing it.

I may add some subtle sound fx

wonder if theyll class this as racist
i think its the closest i have got yet

as usual and as the great Darren Thomas says, layers and lines within lines within lines

take a look for the clues
x
pete

clarissa mckone

Wed 27th Feb 2008 04:20

HI peter, this is great ! are you going to read it outloud?You should put it on youtube so I can hear how it would be read.

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