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Talamar

Monday, January 13th, 2020
Poetry from the pen of Joseph John Racano

At the edge of space there is a star
The aliens called it Talamar
In its’ orbit seven moons
Float in silence like balloons

Though each the seven do differ
On only one does life occur
A one that holds an atmosphere
Supporting trees and birds and deer

From far and wide the travelers come
To see this moon and alien sun
Snapping holographic rays
While locked in orbit several days

Some do after breaking free
Reverse their holographs to see
Continental interaction
The oceans are a big attraction

Traveling families shoot to space
Comes another to replace
Keeping equilibrium
Talamar continuum

Where the ancients once did dwell
Talamar became a hell
Not for evil but for heat
Stars were never meant for feet

Simple atoms were ignited
Got the solar ball excited
Talamar exported winds
Warmth provided, life begins

Do come see us by the by
Hubble quadrant, western sky
Quite a fascinating place
Talamar, on the edge of space

joey racano



The Nudibranch Train

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

The Nudibranch Train

The Nudibranch Train

‘All aboard!’ came the pullman porter’s refrain
so we all climbed aboard on the Nudibranch Train
Sloshing his feet, he slid down the aisle
collected our tickets and left with a smile

And so it began in a warm summer rain
A curious trek on the Nudibranch Train
which took us from somewhere, I won’t be specific
Eventually plunged us into the Pacific

The colors were stellar on every box car
(Nudibranchs wear the couture of a star)
Hues made of blue, lemon-lime, red and mango
Nudibranchs look like a visual tango

Even the rainbows turn green with envy
A kaleidoscope knows that he’s been beaten when he
encounters a Nudibranch riding the currents
Fluorescent with pinstripes, and black light deterrents

As goes the engine, so goes the caboose
They covered the spectrum from pink to chartreuse
One car was striped red and white candy cane
What’s not to like on the Nudibranch Train?

Back at the station, a shark and cetacean
awaited the train with a friendly crustacean
out to console a poor butterflies soul
who used to be Monarch (now Nudibranch’s role)

‘Woodside! Callabassas!’ the Porter did shout
And slow as molassass, the Jellyfish got out
They always paid less, and were loved for chatoyancy
Though sometimes, without them, it helped with the bouyancy

Transporting us wasn’t too hard for these gents
But we lost all our luggage in geotherm vents
Topside, the storm raged in circular motion
But it wasn’t a factor this deep in the ocean

Finally arriving at Marrianna’s Trench
I helped them switch tracks with a barnacled wrench
Cuttlefish cuddled and Octopus cried
while mermaids and conch shells waited outside

Some said hello, some said their farewells
Some twirled antennae, and vibrated shells
Next thing you know we zoomed off again
Another adventure on the Nudibranch Train!

jr