a perfect declaration
a well-dressed congregation
an extravagant celebration
the friar in runners deserves an ovation
the bride cried while giving her summation
we all danced to Thriller in formation
among the honoured to get an invitation
their joyous commitment—a revelation
My mind was busy
with wreckage
snagged in my joints
broken bits of cargo
washing past
I was floating in the blue
bobbing
my head just above water
passing shipwrecks
creatures of the deep
lost souls
someone once told me
that my problem is
I take things too personally
I’m standing on the planet’s surface
in my silver lurex pantsuit
with a flag in one hand
and a drink in the other
I’m claiming this floating rock
this lump of misery
this insurmountable distance
this galaxy far away
in the name of Mills and Boon
(those great explorers of the interior)
with a twist of Captain Katherine Janeway
and a dedication to Xena the Warrior Princess
(not forgetting apologies to Jeanette Winterson)
I’m a collapsing star
I’m an unstable atmosphere
I’m out of phase
I’m a space-time anomaly
I’m realizing resistance IS futile
I’m becoming photons and force-fields
I’m sending out a distress signal on all wave bands
and he still doesn’t answer