PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

 How about the weather report on the conveyance wavelength?

(Oh yes, I mean the CoWaLe---acronyms are so popular here,

but I am only a visitor, remember?  Just a clerk in the

Inspector Corporal's Office.)  Yes, I would fancy a cup of tea,

Orange-Spice if you please.  The forecast calls for a

temperature of three hundred forty kay; kay to the

third.  The entire planetoid surface will soon be fully, and

everywhere, bright,bold orange (hence my choice of tea)

except this dome, of course:  greening verdure, silvering

structures, and all the Originated Humane.  And, always, the

requesite Homonated; I despise them.  You should, too.

Poets and cosmologists, you say?  Who needed poets

and cosmologists when the Originated settled this

brackish backwater of the Galactic Rim, and thrust it

(kicking and screaming, at first, I know) into the evering

Starry Decisis---the wonder of the Ten Thousand Light Years.

Let them take some rickety pleophor to the Crux---

unsettled by, and unsettling, to the Starry Decisis and all

who believe in its supremacy.  Unlike the blue-haired

Homonids---they flaunt every standard of decency:

their politics and their so-called "arts; their garish

hair-styles---never less than shoulder-length (ever

seen one shorter? no? I did not think so).  And their sex---

all that phairyjairy sex they, and all that unjairmenated

seeding.  Oh, I have made you blush---that is a good

trick for a serv'mbot; ought to be more like you.  Enough of

my ranting:  watch the dawning with me, first dawning of the

coolant season (they would have called it Winter on

EarthOriginant).  Welcome, I guess, to Gamma Seneschal.

Starward