in the vast abyss of the cosmos

men and their endeavors

are as insignificant

as the dust from

which they

arose

but

atoms

form bonds

and molecules

can form an entire

living universe unto itself

it’s all about our perspective

when jesus came to sturgis on a harley

we knew that everything would turn out fine

and when it started raining on our party

jesus turned the water into wine

and then he grabbed a bible from his harley

and from it read how on the second day

that god made grass and saw that it was gnarly

so jesus used the page to roll a jay

he took a hit and washed it down with soda

and ’round and ’round we passed that blessed jay

and somewhere in the hills of south dakota

they’re passing that same joint around today

in the shadow

of olympus mons

there lurks

an old romance–

the wind and sand

become as one

when arm-in-arm

they dance

under the pale

light of earth

their silent

vows are sworn

and every time

they bump and grind

another devil’s

borne

suddenly

a lucid dream

I am aware

that I’m

dreaming

I can fly

I tell someone

that I’m about

to disappear

and I wake

myself up

and smile–

what strange

things are

lucid dreams

I think that I

Shall never see

Another year like ’73

I turned 18

Became a man

And strutted ’round

So lean and tan,

The drinking age

was dropped too far

And high school lunch

Was at the bar

The army turned

To volunteer

The only draft

We knew was beer

I graduated

Got employed

And bought the things

That I enjoyed

Yes, only God

Can make a tree

But we were

Gods in ’73

the alien recon

spacecraft

reporting to

the mother ship

set off the

usual alarms

the people

of Earth were

hostile and

dangerous

with a myriad

of nuclear arms

they sped away

at warp speed

but when

they analyzed

the recon

data after

They found the

human’s missiles

were pointed

at themselves

and shook with

alien laughter

The planks and oarsmen

Groaned as one,

The wind began to blow,

And at the bow

Leif Erikson’s

Unease began to grow.

He’d put his trust

In Jesus now

And sailed to serve the Lord–

Yet Odin’s raven

Mocked him as

The longboat left the fjord.

Soon blown off-course,

He pulled aside

A slave in his distress,

And said, “Bring me

Your mistress, thrall,

Bring me the prophetess!”

The witch came forth,

Her robe bedecked

With skulls and precious stones,

And calling on

The Alfather,

She cast her ancient bones.

“What is it?”

Leif called out to her,

“What do the old bones say?”

“They say a man

Should trust his god

To guide him on his way.”

And so he prayed

To his new god

And soon a land was found

Where food and game

Were plentiful

And “wheat and grapes abound.”