The Stock Exchange at the End of the Universe
Deodorant sent them to space
And Richard Branson, to the Moon!
There’s a big box in the pores of Apophis
The stain on the void and the silence and stone
Now, the bounced checks make rounds in
Judecca, I’m shaking my head to thaw
My fist; down here spare time has me looking up
One floats by and I spite and spit
I sit and I swig and remember an untouched life
For every dime in every cranny of the void
I’ll just count out and
Count on the plain,
Same misery beneath sub-orbit
What’s a man to do
But comply with gravity,
Tip back venom
And bitch?
(2012)
(Title parodies that of a book by Douglas Adams... Unbridled capitalism commercializes the stars in the wake of a growing space tourism industry which privatizes every atom... and it subsequently destroys their sacredness...)
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