Boo Galaxy
We reached the Boo Galaxy
Via the Shrine of Roquepertuse
A gate mounted with severed heads.
We were blazing a path
Through an evaporating universe,
Escaping from an old film
Called Chain Gang Charlie.
Yes, we attain immortality through art
For divas never die, and
Even topless movie babes live forever.
Not just a playground love spat
The situation was much, much worse
– Apocalypse when?
As we approached the Boo Galaxy,
At just below the speed of light
Well within the law,
Edging into overkill, I said,
Oh, darling!
You’re an icon of sleaze
I can forget my painkillers now!
As we waited for the lights to change
– Emergency road works – I thought
We’re a pack of ragged ravers
A troupe of mad performers,
Heading for Seventh Heaven,
Not Arcturus – and the Boo Galaxy
Engulfed us in a violet glow.
A previous version of this poem appeared in Handshake 75, 2008 edited by John Francis Haines
We reached the Boo Galaxy
Via the Shrine of Roquepertuse
A gate mounted with severed heads.
We were blazing a path
Through an evaporating universe,
Escaping from an old film
Called Chain Gang Charlie.
Yes, we attain immortality through art
For divas never die, and
Even topless movie babes live forever.
Not just a playground love spat
The situation was much, much worse
– Apocalypse when?
As we approached the Boo Galaxy,
At just below the speed of light
Well within the law,
Edging into overkill, I said,
Oh, darling!
You’re an icon of sleaze
I can forget my painkillers now!
As we waited for the lights to change
– Emergency road works – I thought
We’re a pack of ragged ravers
A troupe of mad performers,
Heading for Seventh Heaven,
Not Arcturus – and the Boo Galaxy
Engulfed us in a violet glow.
A previous version of this poem appeared in Handshake 75, 2008 edited by John Francis Haines
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