There is But one Uber-Sun!
And many Uber-Suns around it!
It was that way when creation was done.
And that is the way the verse is knit.

The Uber-Sun is big and bright
And bright are the Uber-Suns many
And no matter what has been or might
Candy (on the uber-sun) will remain a penny

And the Uber-Suns see no despair
No hunger and no fear
For Uber are the people there
And on every planet near.

But do not think you would live upon
A star, uber and mighty
For on the Sun a fire is a lawn
And air conditioning is flighty

And for a Minnesotan chill,
A sun is very scary
For lack of snow, you take a pill
And two for lack of prairie

But now-now, child of the earth
Do not think all is lost
On Earth there is much mirth
And solace in the frost

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

WE'VE GOT MEGATONS OF NUKES
LET'S GO BOMB THOSE MARTAIN PUKES

NOT IRAN, NOT A 'STAN AND NOT NORTH K,
LET'S USE OUR BOMBS ON MARS TODAY

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

THE MARTIANS HATE OUR WAY OF LIFE
THEY WANT TO **** YOUR KIDS AND WIFE

THEIR RELIGION THROWS HUMANS ON THEIR ***
LET'S TURN THEIR PLANET'S GROUND TO GLASS

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

BOMB MARS NOW
BOMB MARS NOW

Waves roll in, pounding surf
Speeding along below the grey skies.
Spewing ****, screaming ******* songs of sadistic “self-control”
According to angry-woman, assessment of everything outweighs any enjoyment
Waves roll in, pounding surf,
Speeding along below the grey skies
Red in the distance reflects the ranting repulsive requiem that redefines our ride
Learning loses love and lacks life when you demand ludicrous lapses of logic like lectures,
Busy-work, bad business that burns the brains of brilliant children. Breath in, breath out. Listen.
Don't burn out. Let the waves wash over you
Waves roll in, pounding surf.
Speeding along below the grey skies.

Only human. The sky is clearing, but in this car you become a demon.

Only human, beneath grey skies.

Waves roll in, pounding surf.

Five minutes ago
Five minutes before his death
A healthy man flipped a switch

Now, miles from sunlight
We hold six billion worlds
In our hands

And now we feel the shockwave
Through the miles of concrete and steel
We feel the sunrise of a million tiny suns

And now we decide
Whether to launch the missiles
That end the world

“Vengeance,” we ask?
“Justice,” they scream.

I’m dreaming of summer
And girls in libraries*
And sailing and fencing and gazing at stars

But I put out that glimmer
This valentines Sunday
And sitting and brooding I watch passing cars

Bundled and tucked in layers
Of warmth we wade
Through the thick snow
Of the frozen football field
We guide the rocket down
Its cast iron rail towards the
Firing plate and then level
The launch pad
“Do we have continuity?”
One of us shouts
“We have continuity”
Comes the confirming shout
As the countdown rings out
A hush falls over all else
Then a fizz, a phhht, a flash
And our rocket accelerates, screaming
Into the out of
And beyond our realm

Walking to school
In Minnesota
Is interesting
The cold burns
But it is not dark
The black of early
Morning is pierced
By the lights of
Hundreds of cars
Hundreds of all
But empty cars
And Trucks
And SUVs
Youths half asleep
Staring at the
Black road
I stop
Extend my arm
And stick
Out my thumb
For a moment
Then I turn
And put my hand
Back in my warm
Jacket Pocket
And trudge on