This isn’t rocket surgery,

just ignite the lighters,
then exhale the
rush of the thrust.

An orangutan
drunk off of
orange tang,

is then spoon-fed
doses of LSD-25
from Harvard professors
passing government grass.

The space monkey coughs
on the highest of highs,
as everything rushes
to the back of his head,

a new frontier of euphoria
from autoerotic asphyxiation
doping syncopal episodes,
feeling floating faintness
in a fractured orbital
spin around the globe,

then comes crashing down
hard below the earth’s dirt.