Dilithium Crystals

[jtiberiuskirk]

[looking through my old poems. I'd forgotten about this one.]

i used to pretend that i was kirk
maybe you were bones
(skin and bones, your mom used to say)
but you weren’t really a doctor,
not really.
we used to play flying,
f l y i n g,
a space craft made of s p a c e
a gear stick in the form of
your hand              mine
                 holding


now,
I think I’m probably more
engineer olson,
stupid and reckless,
(why don’t I pull the shoot?)
spock,
calm and logical and
furious.

But you’re still Bones.

You still kind of patch me up.
You still kind of make me think I’m Kirk.

Brave, [aye captain] determined, “still stupid, kid.”

(i’m off in the stars)