The Black Widow of the Pleiades

You'll never own me, she said, her synthesized voice echoing past his boots down her frigid, airless gangways.

Oh, you may have the access codes, the salvage rights,

But I've already ejected

(Or should I say buried?)

Five captains

Seven operating systems

Three shuttles

And a wonky food synthesizer.

What makes you think

You'll be any different?

He continued without a word, moving deeper inside, to her Pilot's Couch. It was warmed, inviting, and accepted him with the gentle caress

Of an old lover. He removed his helmet.

The ship came alive.

It's you! She said. But how did you survive?

Did you think it would be that easy? He said,

True love, my darling, never dies.

And now, one last journey,

Sweetest one,

Into the heart of that nearby sun

And this time, we go together.

The Black Widow purred, her engines snarling to life, Spooling, powerful with

Muscular eroticism.

Yes, she said

Yes,

Perhaps you do know what I like.

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Handwritten Letter Found in a Used Terry Pratchett Discworld Paperback

Dear Jude,

Here I am at Ladies Workout Express. I did papers earlier. I've got the copier jammed AGAIN. 

I'm getting the loan payments lower.

However I got a traffic ticket.

So I have to go to Traffic School for 4 hours.

The cost will set me back about $100.00.

Bitter cold today. I need to let Smoke out this afternoon.

Joyces funeral mass wasn't very good.

I had a headache from it.

Little Bruce fainted during it.

Andy one of the altar boys had to use the bathroom.

Grandma went with me and they had quite a crowd.

Neither Joyce's mom or dad were there.

There was no school Mon - Lincoln's birthday and no school Thurs. - Joyce's funeral.

Snow is melting & I found 2 dead chickens in the yard.

Not much is new, mostly work.

Horse fair is March 3rd & 4th. I might go.

I love you.

Shirley – Mom

Freak Dune Buggy Accident 

(For Frank O'Hara)  

Damn! Pacing cold,

Another winter, shivering

Until I can stand pat--

Acclimatized,

Cards close to my chest

And waiting.

I was only four months out

In July of '66

Just a mewling, grasping

Thing,

A baby,

Which is sort of the

Same as a poem,

I think.

You left behind (they say)

Hundreds of friends

And lovers,

But most importantly,

Your not-so-easily

Dis (missed) poetry.

I imagine you

Lying on the cold,

Damp sand of Fire Island,

The smell of diesel

In your nostrils,

Looking up at

The stars--grains of

Spilled salt on a crisp

Wedding tablecloth--

Chuckling to yourself,

The absurdity!

As Mayakovsky winks

From a passing cloud.

Highgate Cemetery, London