Telescopic Musings

I gazed into the Jovian disk
as one of Galileo's moons
drifted into its glowing form,
melting like butter into a bisque.

Jove broadcasts crackling tunes
formed by some lurking plasma storm;
the vastness of space blocks the sound,
but many planets make noise.

If you're not able to hear
the heavens as they spin around,
in their rotational poise,
then just view them when it is clear;
they pass quickly through the eyepiece
so be sure to pay attention
when compressing your view of space.

Keep your lenses free of pie grease
and scenes of honorable mention
will wind up in front of your face!

A silent telescopic scene
produces harmonious thoughts
of Jove's ethereal lightning.
Those distant bolts don't seem so mean,
just distant electrical knots
that aren't very frightening.

Yet no thunder seems a blunder.

If only outer space had air
To transport Olympic fury!
Plentiful skies rent asunder
by godlike powers without care
I think would be much less dreary.
     Or better still...
some riveted steampunk rockets
full of comely amazon chicks
on their way to make some pictures.

Some eyes may pop out of sockets
while watching such oddball flicks
crafted without confining strictures.

Fine interplanetary skies
can always use some improvement!
Let's bring back that retro space age
of plentiful saucer supplies
and warp factor powered movement.

You just know it would be all the rage!