Poetry · Writing

space travel

you decided

this earth wasn’t good enough

so you aimed for the sky

scoped rifle takin’ pop shots

rain fire on our home

bombarded hail

sent a post card from mars

replied with a mars bar

an empty picture frames

a half written song

microwave pizza & today’s paper

garfield is still undefeated

you use to read this

back on earth

i don’t know if you remember

but it’s monday down here

what day is it there

do you have enough clothes

what’s the weather like

do you miss cartoons on saturday morning,

like we’re kids;

whatever planet you’re on tomorrow

know earth is watching