Seeing Stars
Driving from school
see on the sidewalk
teen Sid and Nancy cross
Further past Atlantic
little Prince practices
his wooden acoustic guitar
Then I just swear
a glimpse of young J-Lo
wearing a perfect skirt
Finally near my
destination I look in
the rear view mirror
Envision Eric Clapton
Steven Spielberg or
George Lucas getting older
Once more Rick Wakeman
only I feel like Jon
Anderson on the inside
Star Trek Poetry
when Chekov leans into a ship turn
when the teleporter is on the fritz...again
when Scotty launches into a brogued tirade
when the Enterprise shields are down
when Uhura adjusts her red miniskirt
when any minor crewmember on the away team
gets offed by a rubber-applianced alien
when Bones yells he's a doctor not a...
when a phasor is set on kill
when Kirk tears his shirt fighting for a space woman's kiss
when someone's communicator falls into enemy hands
when Tribbles are in season
when Khan raves on about Corinthian leather
when Sulu revealed he was gay years later
when Spock's eyebrow lifts
Unlike Stars
I can only imagine
The past in my head
I visualize you at night
Bounding happily the marble
Sidewalk in your red Music
Center work dress uniform
And you near the Echo
Park lily pads wearing
A delectably low-cut tee
With curve hugging jeans
A vendor taking a $2 summer
Polaroid of us on the bridge
And you in your frilly
Filled white blouse
Atop black leather skirt
Perfectly made-up to co-judge
A morning elementary school
Halloween costume contest
And you every day donning
A monochromatic medical
Assistant top with matching
Pants looking like a cheerful
Teenager as I drop you off
Pick you up at the clinic
You all seem as real to me
As twinkles in the sky
Brain synapses of coupled
Constellations that drifted
Apart in the gradual entropies
Of light and dark years
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