Blue Ball Moon
The stars were thick like fog on a window
gossamer to shroud a torch-kissed witch
silicon dust in astral lashes
coy across the cosmos
cum across the porthole.
A nebulous tide
a quasar for the ages
a gas giantess—
rings where the sun don’t shine.
Shore leave on trashy planets
names like Nimbus Nine and
Blue Ball Moon
The aliens have how many breasts?
So what if they have gills?
Exotic pets that could jeopardize the mission
Doggy or missionary?
On all eights, or on your back?
Horror Sleaze Trash 