Mars Doesn'T Have The Monroe Doctrine
The lions on Mars,
Are bigger than ours.
Their skies are blue,
But ours are too.
Yes, inverted world it is you who wakes me.
It is you who make us walk languidly down halls,
Filled with doors not meant for opening.
You strum our guitars,
And you speak the words of homeless;
Begging money for a handjob on the corner of Third and Elm.
The science ones were right, Mother, did you hear?
It was the evolution of prayer that created me.
The hitchhikers of Venice were the first to notice.
No one likes a sunset anymore.
The stars by Mars,