Poem inspired by the last lines of a Bukowski poem

of all the trips
to outer space and
of those few trips
to the moon and
of those forays
to the international space station,

didn’t anybody ever
think about,
or attempt
to have,
a little zero gravity sacrifice to Venus,
a little intergalactic twatting,
a little cosmic dipping of the wick,
a little interstellar tube-snake boogie?

that would be:

one small orgasm for a man;
one fantastic Penthouse Forum for mankind.






© douglas william mowbray