Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Mars is lovely this time of year. Nothing’s familiar, no life, the landscape bleeds green, purple, and red. The days blacken, sizzle, and sear, the nights drive the tortoise into his shell. Water scalds at midday, frozen solid at night noon.

The Earth seems so far away now. The temptations of Cinnabon, Starbucks, and internet porn seem so far away. It isn’t what is outside me that is the real vice, it is what is within me. I brought the devil into the desert. I have met the evil one…and he is me.

Charon has seen fit to bear me across the river Styx. I asked only a dram of water of him, he obliged, but took two of blood. I had compassion for him. Holed up as he was amidst a sea of heat, a life wasted watching B&W movies while others rode the crest of rollers—horses of purple and sand. Why not just abandon ship? It seems a sinking boat offers more security than unfamiliar shores.

Although enmity abides, and a love for evil still exists, my heel is only bruised, but the serpents head is crushed. I may have missed the mark, but like Janus I see both sides, and take aim with gratitude.
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God’s love be with you