Imaginary Place Poem. Bowling in space

Not a very productive day today—up till 3:30 a.m., so way too tired to do much…

The crew of the USS Enterprise
would be rocked back and forth
during attacks and evasive maneuvers

I can see it now:
Spock grabbing the railing on the bridge for support
Kirk clutching the arms of the captain’s chair
Sulu and Chekhov hanging on at the helm
redshirts in corridors crashing against the walls
general exaggerated thrashing about and shaky camerawork

They had a bowling alley, you know…

(26 January 2018)