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Poems by Inchiki
Astrolabe
I calculate a peanut
that is the sun
sits fathoms apart from
roving Jupiter, a speck
pummelling the blank
substance
with no reason to be there
and see
the finesse in the detail
twixt rock and molten core
is escaping the program
of the ages
and bathing in the zone
between fire and ice
the crux
is planet earth
planted
in orbit about
a sun smattered
galactic hell
spliced
is life
out through the fire-door
in pyjamas
to space walk on the rosary
of jettisoned rocket stages
piping the paralysing ricochet
of radio beamed thoughts
to star afar: who am I?
who is there?
who is breathing in the dark?
