Dominions of Corrosion By Jimmy Boom Semtex

Dominions of Corrosion

By Jimmy Boom Semtex

Word Count

What's in a word count?

You tell me.

Five hundred words saying?

Are they good or bad?

Full of longing or despair?

Life or death?

Readable or not?

In English or gibberish?

If it's ours or foreign, it matters.

There is meaning there.

In the words.

We must find the key.

Then we understand the world.

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THIS CITY

THIS CITY

This life, this people, this city.

All living in a certain geographical area – here, this city.

Dying eventually, one day which only God knows.

Today under a tram or of old age.

This city with many names, is it like your city?

I know you were a cold war target, so were we.

People make love, fight, laugh, cry

in your city just like in my city.

You have been bombed, so have we.

Quick, dig them out! Shall we join them

and fuck them, their corpses can't say no!

Go to see a Goth band, add our own

little histories to a history of this city?

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Aurora's Night Jimmy Boom Semtex

Aurora's Night

That night in the bar was THE night. It stayed with me. We were having a lad's night. The usual stuff. A load of Buds, shooting pool, eating burgers, listening to Rock n Roll and dancing with girls. I was 23 years old. A graduate from MIT and Caltech. I got a job at Lockheed's Skunk Works₁. They made them all: U-2, SR-71, F-104, C-130 and a few secret ones. All were cool. In-between pool, beer, burgers, gals and my mates, I made a paper plane. I was bored! It flew over the bar for sixty feet. My mate watched it.

"Hey bro. You should enter that paper plane competition. It's next week. There's free beer. Be warned though. Some teams there take it very seriously."

I drank my beer and thought. Why not? It's about planes and there's free beer. Cool. I could even win!

"Why not? It sounds fun. I love a good competition..."

***

The week later, I entered the comp and won! Can you believe it? Me, the winner with my small paper plane. The more experienced 'teams' weren't impressed! Did they know I was a 'Skunk'? Working for Kelly Johnson's world famous Skunk Works. I bet they did.

***

One week after that, I was called into the boss' office. Why? Had I screwed up my job? Had a jet crashed? No, I'm too good. Why then? Did I talk when pissed when I was in bed with Sally? The hot bar girl I met. You should have seen her legs. Went on forever! No. The boss read me like a plane book!

"Relax son. I've a job for you, if you want it. You know how we work here. Hush hush. I heard about your paper plane win. Well done. Listen... build us a plane. The coolest plane ever built. You up for it?"

I nodded.

"Build us a Blackbird replacement. She needs replacing."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I'll do it."

"It needs to be twice as fast, fly twice as far unrefueled and twenty five percent higher. We've got a new engine design team. They're good. They made an engine. We call it the 'Donut'. You'll see why when we test it. It's new..."

I drank my coffee that my boss' secretary gave me. It was good. You should try it. I looked at the desktop plane models of his: U-2, SR-71, F-104, C-130 and the other secret ones. Wow! Wish I could tell my mum. She's gone. A nasty bout of cancer last year. Things aren't the same now...

AURORA

I’m in my stealth jet circling the planet at mach 25,

every minute means a new orbit, light into dark,

dark into light as no one can stop me, I’m ever so fast.

I ain’t human, I ain’t alien, I ain’t a ghost, I’m the Aurora,

the spirit of the northern skies on a speeding flight

to the heavens in my silver skinned craft,

as streamlined as a bullet and as graceful as a swan.

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