Distant places

Hyper space distant place far out race,

Traveling the rings of Saturn, after burn.

Return to the place of atoms blasted with

Sand guns.

What will become of the laser guns that stun.

Lunges forward back and forward and back 

Like that gats clap... for racks.

Then jump back in my rocket ship

And skip through black holes to the place

No one knows.

But the pin holes from the depths of Sheol 

To the last part of the rocket ship blows

Blue flames, so rejoice with your voice

And proclaim from the states to the Ukraine.

The message is for me to proclaim;

From the mountain tops I am sustained

Filled with the light; it's all in my brain.

It's insane something I can't explain.

Pumped with the waters from the Jordan; 

God's son, blessed, young king, stunting; 

Laced. 

Flying through hyper space to distant places and

Far out races.

Black Hemingway 2014©