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Elon Musk is a sexy son of a bitch
It’s 11 a.m. at Rusty’s
in Port Canaveral.
I’m watching the
Falcon 9 get
refitted between
missions.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to a
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
we alone,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars;
and I can’t understand
why so many people
don’t look up.
Why they don’t
stand thunderstruck
until their eyes
are cracked and bleeding
from
opening
too wide.
I also like watching the rockets
come back to port,
a testimony
to our ability to reach heaven
and come home
transported
on a ship
with a cheeky name.*
And I like staring at
the rockets.
I just like it.
So I come here
when I can.
The top of the rocket
is permanently blackened
from the combustion needed
to separate the payload
from the base.
I’m the only person
on outside dining area
tweaking out
about the
way the 9
stuck this last landing
and how fucking
amazing it is that we
can transcend
our terrestrial legacy
that we can transcend our
terrestrial legacy
Just like everything in my life now
this quiet moment
didn’t pass without
you.
Because I like staring at you, too.
So I come here when I can.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to
your
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars
and I can’t
look away,
thunderstruck
by what you are
by who you are
until my eyes are cracked
and bloody tears
drop down my face.
That you can transcend this
terrestrial legacy
that you can transcend this
terrestrial legacy
Leaves me permanently
blackened
from the combustion needed
to separate the fuselage
from the base.
And I’m lost in
testimony
to your ability to
reach heaven.
in Port Canaveral.
I’m watching the
Falcon 9 get
refitted between
missions.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to a
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
we alone,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars;
and I can’t understand
why so many people
don’t look up.
Why they don’t
stand thunderstruck
until their eyes
are cracked and bleeding
from
opening
too wide.
I also like watching the rockets
come back to port,
a testimony
to our ability to reach heaven
and come home
transported
on a ship
with a cheeky name.*
And I like staring at
the rockets.
I just like it.
So I come here
when I can.
The top of the rocket
is permanently blackened
from the combustion needed
to separate the payload
from the base.
I’m the only person
on outside dining area
tweaking out
about the
way the 9
stuck this last landing
and how fucking
amazing it is that we
can transcend
our terrestrial legacy
that we can transcend our
terrestrial legacy
Just like everything in my life now
this quiet moment
didn’t pass without
you.
Because I like staring at you, too.
So I come here when I can.
Every chance I get,
I stand outside,
eyes turned to
your
clear horizon
and watch pure sorcery.
We.
Tiny little creatures
with no claws or canines,
no biological advances
in the natural order,
have unraveled the secrets
to touch stars
and I can’t
look away,
thunderstruck
by what you are
by who you are
until my eyes are cracked
and bloody tears
drop down my face.
That you can transcend this
terrestrial legacy
that you can transcend this
terrestrial legacy
Leaves me permanently
blackened
from the combustion needed
to separate the fuselage
from the base.
And I’m lost in
testimony
to your ability to
reach heaven.
Published 9th Jun 2022
Author's Note
*The drone ships that recover the Falcon 9 boosters are named “Of Course I Still Love You” and “Just Read The Instructions." All of the ships in the Space X programs have snicker-worthy names.
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9th Jun 2022 2:57pm
When I was 6....Sputnik.
One Saturday morning, late night, 1969, watching unblinking as the moon was trespassed, Challenger spread across the sky over my house....
Your awe and excitement are well deserved for something that seemed impossible....today.
One Saturday morning, late night, 1969, watching unblinking as the moon was trespassed, Challenger spread across the sky over my house....
Your awe and excitement are well deserved for something that seemed impossible....today.
9th Jun 2022 4:52pm
I am absolutely enthralled with SpaceX (thus the title), so it was a pretty easy extended metaphor.
But, my friend, it must have been something to see us break the surly bonds of earth for the first time. Thanks for sharing.
But, my friend, it must have been something to see us break the surly bonds of earth for the first time. Thanks for sharing.
9th Jun 2022 4:57pm
It's hard to think the programming that landed man on the moon was 256K.
That the cell phone in my hand would have been worth 5 billion dollars that day.
That the cell phone in my hand would have been worth 5 billion dollars that day.
9th Jun 2022 7:05pm
"and I can’t understand
why so many people
don’t look up"
I do, all of the time and sometimes it overwhelms me.
Great detail and story and though I don't see what you are seeing here, I get it. Where the earth's atmosphere ends and outer space beings, I often wonder what is happening up there.
I don't see rockets, but even when a plane flies over I stop in my tracks and watch it. I'm sure rockets would have me glued to the spot.
I like the refrain and how it works.
I didn't know about the rocket names. They're great, Love the humour.
why so many people
don’t look up"
I do, all of the time and sometimes it overwhelms me.
Great detail and story and though I don't see what you are seeing here, I get it. Where the earth's atmosphere ends and outer space beings, I often wonder what is happening up there.
I don't see rockets, but even when a plane flies over I stop in my tracks and watch it. I'm sure rockets would have me glued to the spot.
I like the refrain and how it works.
I didn't know about the rocket names. They're great, Love the humour.
9th Jun 2022 8:32pm
Anonymous
11th Jun 2022 11:51am
This is well crafted piece synthesising two ideas within the body of the write, the refrain really helps carry the narrative throughout regarding awe,
I love this phrase
until my eyes are cracked
and bloody tears
drop down my face.
There’s something in the awe you have to have to be able to stare at it until you’re eyes bleed, and tying it into the space theme,
So glad you came back from a 10 year hiatus to write again, it’s a pleasure to read your pieces
I love this phrase
until my eyes are cracked
and bloody tears
drop down my face.
There’s something in the awe you have to have to be able to stare at it until you’re eyes bleed, and tying it into the space theme,
So glad you came back from a 10 year hiatus to write again, it’s a pleasure to read your pieces
17th Jun 2022 2:38pm
“There’s something in the awe you have to have to be able to stare at it until you’re eyes bleed… “
Yeah. Yeah there is. I’m glad you liked the poem.
Yeah. Yeah there is. I’m glad you liked the poem.
