ROCKET MEN
Those Rocket Men, with eyes of fire,
To get it up's their hearts desire.
It's not enough, to skyward thrust,
But how they get there, Boom or Bust.
With strobing lust, or graceful ease,
Tightly packed and aimed to please.
The payload's nestled at the crown,
to splatter stars above the town.
Strobes that glitter. Stars that gleam.
Orgasmic Climax, so it seems.
Photo's, Art and Poetry
© 1995 Jackie Whedbee
Photo of Doc Barr's Strobing Rockets at SNPJ Pennsylvania - PGI Convention 1994
If a rocket without a salute is like sex without orgasm,
is a detonation on the pad . . .
premature ejaculation?
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