By David, United KingdomReading the science fiction magazines,
I felt the walls of my bedroom expand
To the edges of the known universe.
Bikini-clad space lovely in one hand,
Ray gun in the other, I faced super-brains,
Aliens and robots and much worse.
Martian princesses trembled at my lust;
Real-life earth women viewed me with disdain,
Cold to me as the surface of the Moon.
Who cares that Mars is only rock and dust?
I want to go back into space, and soon;
I want to read my sci-fi books again.