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charles olson, you are my khan, i am your kirk!

that means you're
an evil genetically engineered
superman who put
a galactic earwig
into my friend's space helmet!

i will have my revenge.

pewpewpew space war

well, even khan wasn't all bad.

i want to write poetry about power metal album covers,
but that's not socially acceptable yet.
we're not progressive enough

to realize
that trashy, campy things
are more profound than the
intellectual
nice and shiny ones.

omega beam, i am out