Hello Apollo 13 (For Coyotes in Space)

Houston, you've got a problem.

You've got the horizontal covered

but the vertical is all askew ...

Are we reading? Likely not.

Our capsule has gone cold

since the Major kicked out

the front door window

and our view of your blue world

is cracked and the light is scattered.

Could you please explain

what that stream of smoke is

from the coast of Southern California?

Our instruments indicate the place

is unsuitable for landing.

It comes down to this:

Why the hell did you send us out here

when you knew completely fully damn well

this great abyss isn't even friendly

for penguins or polar bears?

We demand an answer

before we allow you

to bring us back.

Nobody told the retrograde of Mercury

 it's no longer in force.

It appears your sphere

is going off the golf course.

These times demand a certain clarity

and all we can hear on our horn is clatter,

as if the mind doesn't matter

and gravity is up for debate

and the whole Earthbound sideshow

is frozen over in hate.

So please don't delay,

our cabin is iced in, buried in snow,

and we'd all be better off

pointing our controls

to the heart of the sun*,

as we hope for the trickle down,

the hydrating taste of icicles as they melt,

the warming hands of love

in your polyester-made Chinese

beaver pelt.

*Yes, I completely lifted this line from early period Pink Floyd.

RESILIENCE (For the Disappointed)

You have fought to now,

and though now may not

be fighting for you,

your energy is eternal,

and so, there is nothing to fear,

the flesh and the bone and the tears

are the witness to the Creator

of your cares and woes,

so don't ever be afraid to speak out,

to let the thunder roll,

the passion and the patrol

as you walk this world,

stuck within the illusion of gravity,

stuck in the tenebrous web

where justice or just one friend alludes you,

with all of the manacles they attempt

to put on your mind, which they will never

be able to read, your one last truth,

as you pluck the feathers from your mouth,

the stale taste of death and lost love,

as you run the ever increasing treadmill of acquisition,

as you can barely see in front of you, know this:

the circle is there for you to step out of,

and so you are both timeless,

and not of this Earth.