I like to puff in my puffy.

A Poem

My Jacket

Warm hearted warrior,
I step into black dressed in black.
In this jacket I am not cold.
The cold is not, in this jacket, it cannot
touch with its fingers.

When the atmosphere evaporates.
When this worlds blanket fails to protect
from the nothing beyond,
and nothing beats down cold upon the ground,
I step out.

When the suns rays cease to shine,
and day is swallowed up by space,
I am warmed by my bodies own
radiance.

Floating in the void,
an astronaut amongst the stars swimming.
Sealed off from the darkness
in my space suit,
No sound reaches me.

One small step for man.
One giant leap for mankind.
One big black jacket for me.