Interstellar Lemonade
A celestial friends night out
Stargazing from the backseat of a Bentley,
we’re four deep, carefree, cruising light speed
down mean streets of the greater galaxy.
Skullknuckle’s behind the wheel,
putting his petal to another dimension
as we enter the Milky Way freeway,
where our bright red makeshift whip spaceship
splashes through a neon puddle,
staining its candy paint with yellow lemonade.
Leaning back laughing,
I put my arm around my man Mad Maxxy,
but he’s too busy guzzling grenadine, popping M&Ms
and casting spells on made up enemies to even notice me!
Sitting pensively in the passenger seat
is our crew’s philosophical glue, Burberry Blu,
coolly conversing with interstellar spirits
whilst slipping sour skittles into a
sizzling styrofoam sippy cup of Mountain Dew.
He turns around, Saturn’s golden rings
beaming an angelic halo over his head, and clinks
his chromatic cup with my teal can of Arizona Iced Tea.
Defying gravity, we are the Galaxy Boys,
happy as can be, living free,
on this tranquil odyssey to self-discovery.
~DS
