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08 Jul 2024

an evolving revolution


on mars children are building
shelters & castles made of legos

within a few short years the structures
will transform into breathable homes

paving the way for the oxygen project
shielding them from the airless & crimson dome
potentially safer than any place
back home on earth

the children will grow & die off
but not before seeding

future generations of lego builders
giving way to skyscrapers

and underground cities
ripe with oxygen & rivers & purpose

creating creatures by way of
gene splicing & dna manipulation

gradually proliferating the planet
with a sense of pride & accomplishment

while back home on earth
the once blue jewel
continues to fade to gray


july two thousand twenty-four
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30 Dec 2023

martian hangover


we were supposed to have landed
in the utopian basin
instead found ourselves in hellas planitia

yeah it was a bit warmer there
but the space bar was out of this world
that is until they closed it down for good

we were told about a mass migration
heading north to arabia terra
just outside the cassini crater

of course the winds were headed
in the wrong direction
which is exactly why we remained
in what would become a hellhole
for nearly a fortnight





december two thousand twenty-three
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15 Sep 2022

they sent her son to mars


it’s a self fulfilling story
or so the prophets say
the prince’s son
sent to the planet mars
to settle a dispute

a mission doomed
from the very start
the prince’s son
murdered en route
via his majesty’s consort

empires come & go
but this breakaway ploy
by the prince’s son
likely opens the door
to the next millennium





september two thousand twenty-two
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29 Sep 2017

the wisdom that is Bob


I heard they were selling tickets to Mars
down at the corner of Oak and Divisadero
but by the time I got wind of what was
going down it was too late
the little bastards were all sold out

soon thereafter I was relating my
disappointment to Bob over a few beers
and a few shots down at The Page

meanwhile on the big screen Giants
score ten plus runs in the fourth
off the Met’s lefty starter
the scattered-brained afternoon crowd
going just a little bit too ballistic

you know old boy
(Bob goes on to say)
there are no tickets to Mars
it’s just some punk rock concert

yes I say in between swigs
whatever you say Bob





august two thousand twenty-two
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06 Jul 2017
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Off to Mars


There is loneliness in your words
but your vocal chords
tell me otherwise

I swear you’re one of me
a scorpio without a doubt
but you insist on saying otherwise
refusing to show me
your driver’s license or caller ID

Oh but that was so long ago
in a world that barely existed
how we refused to face the music when
we danced alone
hundreds surrounding us

We are like Lily and Bee
having come this far
nothing to sacrifice



july two thousand seventeen
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15 Apr 2016
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one day there will be rock concerts on Mars


they bought all the tickets they
could get their hands on
because living out their lives
in unfamiliar venues
felt like being out-of-body

they preferred one-way tickets
because it added
to the excitement of possibly
never coming back
whether cruising across the country
or sailing beyond the far side



april two thousand sixteen
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14 Feb 2013
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rocket science


i keep wondering about the
rover on the planet mars
and the guy with the joystick
guiding it around during
daylight hours
telling it where to dig
and using tools at his disposal
to turn a rock over on its side

imagine the look on his
face when he uncovers
the false side of a mountain
exposing a sophisticated
learning ground
where time-tested
ancient mariners develop
tomorrow’s space travelers





february two thousand thirteen
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