A short sci-fi story originally written for the SFX magazine Pulp Idol competition. Replicated here so as not to waste it.
Written during a cruise to Spain -- I met a strange man on the deck during a horrible storm. It inspired this poem.
A silly poem about a spaceman.
Going to extend this one at some point.
I wanted to restict myself as much as possible for this one, so it's in Iambic Pentameter with rhyming couplets and the first letter of each line spells out IAMBIC PENTAMETER. I may have dropped the ball on some stressed and unstressed syllables -- I had been drinking when I wrote it.