Gravity Preferably Poem by Martin Byrne

Ah, she she she
The she to my he
The flint to my tinder
The healing helium
Leaving my earth
getting stolen by space
Time for me is become a race
Destination in a future place
Trapped on the moon I can’t
Escape

How long would it take
To become an astronaut?
Ten years? Maybe twenty?
Should I wait for her there?
At the twenty year mark?
Cradling my knees and sucking on my thumb
I’ve got the space shuttle in the parking lot
But you’ve got the keys
I guess I’ll wait
Ten years, maybe twenty
Cradling my heart, licking my self-inflicted wounds
Denying the gravity of earth
Denying “what goes up must come down”

I’m up here in these craters
On the big sphere of cheese
Gravity is calling back to me
To plant my feet on the sweet earth
Enjoy each breath of air

Gravity won’t leave me hangin’

But I’m still waiting for the flint to make a spark
For the she to make me a proud he
I don’t want to watch the earth come up
I want to point at the moon for right now
Smile with gravity and say
“I’ll get there some day”

So she to my he
Listen for once to me
Let me enjoy this gravity
Before we dance the tango of Harrison Bergeron
Kiss the ceiling and leave the rest behind
There are so many things to enjoy right now
Down here with the ballerinas

I’m allowed to sniff the trees
Fish in a pond
Swim in a pool
Get maddeningly drunk
And sickeningly stoned
These are the ways of our time on earth
A wise man once said
“We should enjoy our time on earth”

Don’t you cry, she to my he
I will be an astronaut someday
Completely qualified for space travel
And we’ll go to the damn moon
We’ll go the distance
We’ll build a freaking bio-sphere
Grow plants from the barren rock
We’ll yell at each other over whether to impregnate our world with
Geraniums or Chrysanthemums or maybe a type of Saxifrage
And you know what?
It’ll be a ball buster

People will look into the sky and laugh.
“HAHA WHAT ARE THOSE TWO DOING”
They’ve got good reason, but they don’t see
The precise work of our moon
The paradise cultivated
Just us two
A gravity that is all our own