The Long Vacation

I think about joining the space
program.

just to get out of town for a few weeks.
go someplace new.

get away from the ex-wives
and their lawyers.

have an adventure, to mars,
or back to the moon.

but I worry about the lack
of air there.

the lack of bathroom facilities.

it's like going to Greece or Venice,
and you can't
find a
starbuck's anywhere.

you can't get a coffee to go,
God forbid
you take your cup
and leave the premises,

after all we did for them
in world war two. pffft.

but Mars could be fun.
I like tang, and little space
sandwiches made
at mission control.

little space treats, protein
bars and what not.

it's a long trip, so I could
finally catch up on my reading.

It's not like I don't have
astronaut skills.
I could do the count down.
ten, nine, eight...etc.

i'm pretty good with numbers.