Destination Earth

Analog, Astounding and the rest -
if I looked up from the pages
I saw the walls of my room expand
to the edges of the universe.
Homework was delayed:
my hands were full,  with a blaster
and a perspex-helmeted bikini girl.

Later, it didn’t bother me
That the Earth women weren’t interested.
There were always grateful Martian Princesses.
My jobs were crap, but temporary:
my prospects  faster than light.

What happened? I don’t recognise this planet.
Most of my life is red-shift Doppler.
Why, of all places, did I land here?

David Whippman


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