Extraterrestrial Dust

Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i

Extraterrestrial Dust

Always doing something
plus I have opinions

Winning the war in Ukraine
pain I can’t explain

Saving for retirement
kayaking to the huckleberries across the River Styx

Kisses sweet or smell of shit
don’t pretend you don’t care

If you just watch the sky an hour each day you’ll never be ill
without plenty to say about everything you’ll get better right away

Disrobing and bathing, how big and dark the universe is
not that I accept their god

You get what you believe, a truly scary thought
man sees man in his mirror that is self-doubt

Contraceptives in place and pleasures today
drifting toward perpetual armageddon

Suffering and struggling toward vague goals
keeping your past functioning as a factor in the present

That irritating constant need to survive
prepare for a powerful anesthesia, irresistible chemical processes

Life goes on without a hiccup
you pays you money and you takes you chances

Some people go dancing in fishnet stockings
you’ll soon lose interest in wearing the cap of a fool

Your friends are the men you’ll want in your foxhole
the wound that never heals in the end is all you’ll feel

You’ll remove all your clothes, naked before the ladies
and if it comes to that, you’ll kill, on orders from who?

Basic science and ancient arts
that must be what faith means

If, as they say, the cells of the body are replaced every seven years
fire makes earth into air, air makes earth into dust, water makes earth into mud