Heavenly Jupiter in the Sky
Stream of Consciousness Poetry
I spy
With my little eye
(this childhood game never grows old)
our heavenly Jupiter in the sky
I wonder how many moons she has
If moons have no names do they exist
Perhaps I should ask an Existentialist
For surely she would know
Or maybe like the bones of your wrist
Moons are real whether I can name them or not
Not not
Knots measure speeds of ships at sea
knots are how you twist my heart
the good knots tie us to the bed
but wait — what of Political Correctness
in this time and place
perhaps the words three lines above
should be erased
unless you like that bound play sort of thing
then by all means let freedom ring
If all S & M lovers wear diamonds
do diamonds wear these lovers
once all clothing is on the floor
few play games anymore
Diamonds diamonds
once lovers loved diamonds
but blood on them caused a stain
so doomed to disfavor they shall remain
Unlike your sweet lips that turn up for a kiss
now not the turnip for dinner grandma used to make
Grandma whose enamel white Kenmore ovens didn’t self-clean
they just baked
The same matriarch with crow’s feet eyes
which knew loneliness too well
wiping Gold Medal flour on her aproned thighs
quiet tears would well
Grandma never spoke of loneliness aloud
she was stoic and proud
though we all knew
she wished her time on earth was through
so Grandma could be with Grandpa again
On their heavenly Jupiter In the sky
on their heavenly Jupiter in the sky
