Our Chariot has skidded into a black hole. We send out a distress call.

The connection sucks.

We change the white dwarves with red giants (the wheels).

We’re stuck in a jam between Betelgeuse and Postojna, Slovenia.

A whole nine hours to cross a galaxy (what an outrage)!

We're killing time.

We curse the demigods with red and blue revolving lights overtaking

time (quasars).

We count the stars (in between our kisses).

I plant some seed in your Venusian garden (a quarter of an hour

has passed).

Afterward, we relax blowing smoke clouds

and forming approximate models of the neighboring galaxies (Andromeda).

We put out the shooting stars by pressing our trigger fingers and

licked thumbs together.

Boooooring!

With our ears up we collect galactic news:

»Milky Way is experiencing heavy congestion due to black ice.«

Heaven has run out of star dust.

Jupiter! Silvana Orel Kos