Pluto is my Home

If Men are from Mars
Women, Venus
the frozen wastes of Pluto
are my dark home

The Sun is just a rumour
spread by solar-system scandal sheets
Apparently the planets eventually align
they actually get around the solar system

here - ice abounds,
atmosphere a token effort
life, WHAT LIFE - HERE?!
a tear freezes
on formation, a masochistic creation
easily shattered

in a sudden heat illusion
you might see me, but really
I'm not there, certainly not here
the neutral zone is the place,
alone, aloof, apathetic

The War of the Worlds 
is merely long-distance jive
Us Plutonians rarely meet 
our cold feet cripple us
no feat is our cure
for being unsure is addictive
here on Pluto
where barren space seeds aspire 
to get to the Third Stone
from the Sun, where love lives
and pain gives way, 

a place where sometimes
strange life forms finally arrive.

but rarely do they say
"Take Me To Your Leader!"