disEngage

 

disengage


Jean Luc’s musings as he flees
Murderous Romulans and wrestles
With a heroin addiction

Ah me…

Star date, star date
May the sweet and nebulicious
Grace my plate…


Chaos theory…

Where was I?

My crew has been
Slaughtered in a multi
Ethnic cleansing as
I dawdle like a salted snail
Deliberating the meaning
Of a word


“We must discuss
the issues and
self-defense
be damned,
ye piss ants!”


Is it…
Warm in here?


Pardon me
This sweet candy
Has engaged
My naked pate-
The worms in
My skull
Say ‘yeah!’


Death…I say
May the impotent
Burn in a hell
Hotter than
Thirty-five years
Of deferred
Vulcan sex…


Death to damnable
Romulans, communists
And telemarketers
Self-help gurus screwed
In seven languages


Haunted…God
Cruel bastards all!


Pursue, destroy
Defeat, reward, atone
Arouse, take a number
Ponder life
Aboard the porcelain
Throne


Cursed Kirk fetes
The babes – I’m left
With no more than
Telepaths who’ve
Shrewdly refused
My moves before
I’ve moved the muse
Or bade them


Doctor Crusher…yeeesss
My symbiant, let an
Old man’s hands enlighten
Thee, my poppet…flight? How?
My feet are firm on this
Bubble of earth far
From home


I don’t want to think
I’m ready
To jettison diplomacy
And enter heaven
On the arm
Of a green-skinned
Whore…

Computer?

The tattered battlements
Are no more than illusions


Wake me when
The war is over

Make it sew…