by Robert Wooten
Mars would be the perfect place to begin
to look for water underneath the surface.
It is under something, under my skin.
After we get there, we may find it in
the rocks, when we arrive by outer space.
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
If not in rocks, it may be frozen
under the soil or in a deeper place.
It is under something, under my skin,
that to find it we may go deeper, then,
going down farther at a faster pace.
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
But will we become earth’s poorest citizens,
taxed by vast holdings in the Martian race?
It is under something, under my skin.
What next? the chance of oceans deeply hidden,
drillings with the hope of finding a trace?
Mars would be the perfect place to begin.
It is under something, under my skin.
Robert Wooten's poems currently appear in Long Story Short, Voices: The Art and Science of Psychotherapy, Trajectory, Convergence, and The Fifth D . . ..
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Thursday, December 6, 2012
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
THE REPUBLICANS
by Martin Rocek
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
just look straight up if
you run off a cliff,
no need to heed science or gravity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
the stork only comes
to eager raped mums,
there's never unwanted gravidity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
if you're sick and can't pay
try the Tea Party way:
emergency room hospitality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
if God guides your path
there's no use for math,
the deficit's paid by divinity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
the poor pay the tax,
the rich just relax
and let Bain take care of their equity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
don't bother with truth
--it's a folly of youth--
the facts are a dull technicality.
Martin Rocek teaches and studies theoretical physics at Stony Brook University.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
just look straight up if
you run off a cliff,
no need to heed science or gravity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
the stork only comes
to eager raped mums,
there's never unwanted gravidity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
if you're sick and can't pay
try the Tea Party way:
emergency room hospitality.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
if God guides your path
there's no use for math,
the deficit's paid by divinity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
the poor pay the tax,
the rich just relax
and let Bain take care of their equity.
In Wile E. Coyote reality,
don't bother with truth
--it's a folly of youth--
the facts are a dull technicality.
Martin Rocek teaches and studies theoretical physics at Stony Brook University.
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