Friday, June 4, 2010

The Interstellar Feller: In Which There Is Tension

Sonneteer's note: this is the latest installment of an on-going sonnet serial, Pepito Mojito: The Interstellar Feller. New readers can get up to speed by clicking on the "Interstellar Feller" tag below to bring up all installments. Start at the bottom and read your way up to today's...

Their prisoners now stowed, discussion turns
Upon what they'll do next. Who's in the lead?
Tribruno? Quodlaro? The question burns
As factions form. Their motivations? Greed,
Homesickness, heartbreak, vengeance, violence
For its own sake. Guns drawn, the crewmen float.
The lack of trust amongst them making tense
The Grokulator's very air. No vote
Was taken past the seizing of the ship.
At last the mighty, wise old Captain Droze
Doth stash his weapon, taking out the clip
And moving to the center. "Where this goes
From here," he says, "Is up to all of us.
Now I'm for home, but don't want any fuss."

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