Morning On Mercury Poem by Noah Smits

Sunrise on horizon displays day's hem
A brave spaceman in a gray wasteland
takes hand of an alien
(or maybe it's his own—
alien in his own way
he's been away from home
for just how long?)The orbit's puny
when compared to the home of those who marooned, he
broods for Earth food
cursed the dirt nude
(mood's in the sewer &
"Mercury is too! ") ,
& chews up a brew of detrital soot blue
(hallucinogenics or is he just cuckoo?)

Time to move again
safe zone's roamin'
A shot from hot and a stone's throw from frozen
alone in a wheel of a hamster
planetary dancer
won't you free your soul from this stone?
slow down and condone
hot light passing over, over
faster, closer,
ashes toasted
rash is coasting round in circles,
clinging to the fleeting cellophane
wrapping the hard truth
of your evening skeleton