Major Karamazov's On Call
Cooler than the outer wall
The cabin fills with Mercury
It forms a glistening silver ball
And shivers with Terpsichore
The monitors are dead, black as space
As in the distance phantoms loom
They tread a calm, unmeasured pace
Never involved in the rocket race
Spectators from the turgid gloom
Won't investigate my room
Yet time is measured at their whim
On there planet,they don't swim
But socialise with seraphim
Hotter than the stellar core
eating at my loving whore
Is the being I adore
The Universal Omnivore
Pressed to write another line
The mutants first bathe in Wine
Then dip their quills in olivine
While softly spirits intertwine
How i hate this very verse
The one presented by my nurse
She keeps the alien stuff in her purse
That silly old woman from Dorking
Let's stop talking
| Contributors: | P, nomi, TG, The Agent Apsley, Grayman, a.haw, Anon., A.HAW. |
| Poem finished: | 8th May 1999. |