Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

oh to have a green face and long tendril fingers
to really feel those strange phrases the alien girls on star trek recite
"I am for your pleasure" she says in a nasal blue skinned voice
popular ideas of beauty go down the tube
and my man suddenly jumps me in the middle of an old episode

i wonder is that the death grip my lonely unemotional spock
or are you capatain kirk this evening saving the mother ship?
i like the way these planets bring us this playful space
makes vacuming the rug a joy as i listen to the drone of the machine
he smiles at me like i am a savior of a secret race
almost extinct before escaping the comets
i drift to an ozone of trance like exposure
sticky and sweet
this planet can be so
full of colored liquids and strange glasses
vapors and scents that can make you silly and playful
deep and sincere
or just plain stupid and laughing
the most sacred can be neutralized
beam me up beam me down beam me all around
he plays the bass and i lay down on the bed as the vibrations thrill my bones

for the love of
an Orion slave
we would
don their chains
wherever
there are wormholes
& mirror universes
travelers pursue
the unattainable

Captain Kirk turned goofy in his old age.... realized the folly of boldly going where no man has gone before, I imagine....

i think that alien girls maybe had some talents that helped his goofiness along
where no man has gone before?
i doubt it