Physicist, Heal Thyself

[Art by Rian Fike]

PHYSICIST HEAL THYSELF

Physicist, heal thyself

Submit to Alien Pleasure Rays

Before We let you board a starship

We'd like to teach humanity to play

We'd love to show you yesterday

When yesterday was called "today".

But first

We'll need to wean you 

from your "X and Y"s and "Pi"s

And feed you ribs, and naked breasts 

and tender thighs

Before We help humanity to fly

We'd like to see how passionate you cry

We'll even teach you how to nicely die.

Before you let you in the Pan-Galactic Club

We'll show you how attentively to rub

Rub shoulders, haunches, crotches, tendrils, feet

Of lovely mindful life forms 

in quantum wave-entangled heaps

Of expressive hairy strangers 

with the strangest sexual needs

That too much astral traveling 

at extra-light-fast speeds

Can bring about.

Don't ask Us: how much, how many, and what for?

Make love just once with Us 

then open up for more

Before we open up for you 

that well-kept Secret Door

To Nature and the Bigger Tribes next door

To hypersexual pan-galactic corridors

To alien wolf packs, fairy kingdoms, 

outlaw gangs galore

And all the million billion secrets of amour.

Please open up, amigos, unclench yourselves, 

invite Us in

We'll show you fifteen hundred 

different types of sin

And fifty million kinds of lovely pleasuring

From deep red-shifted clusters,

spiral nebula beyond the Rim

From love-starved quantum creatures 

neither It nor They nor She & Him

Accept Our gifts

Of pleasure tools, telepathy, 

Empath Juice and Wisdom Weed

Of bulbous bulging sacks of alien eggs and seeds

And six new senses that your species really needs

For time travel.

Open up for Me: I sense you'll really like it.

Open up for Me: I feel you'll really like it.

Open up for Me: I know you'll really like it.

Come live with Me and be My Love

And we will all the pleasures prove

So we may all the pleasures prove

Come live with Me and be My Love.