Europa

 

What everyone wants

A heart shaped box floating among

A hypothesized salt sea of Europa

Storm bending Jupiter like a

A few thousand half-moons on a clear night

 

For ghosts

My mind is filled with me and the ghosts

Waxing and waning or whatever the case

Satire and velvet and I

Don't want to taste

We're just not supposed to have the time

On our hands time to waste but when I do

It keeps on finding me, I don't even jest

I'll occupy my life just to forget

Because I think Jupiter has enough moons

I'll never forget some tribeca blues

And I'll never forget some dusty old dream

The dark side away that's never been seen

 

Of Venus so bright you can see it through clouds

 

And a half-hour show is still not enough

Or a movie, a book or anything else

Magnanimous magnetism doing its thing

Between Europa, Jupiter, me and the sins

I'll live my life just to forget,

Europa, a sea moon, and a secret regret.

 

© 2001 Mark Brown