The Planet Mars Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Diana’s chariot caught afire,
And read listen here is a muse for higher,
And when she got down and
Opened up,
She had so many sweet pastries to sell from
The chest of drawers of her
Truck,
So many species you wouldn’t believe all forgotten,
Moth balled,
And made to deceive and the wind blew
And the wind picked up,
And I laid her down and kissed her in the
Bed of my truck:
And the dogs barked,
And the cats barked,
And the propellers twittered forlornly on Sunday,
And cast the planes they swept so horny over the
Church bells,
And the theatrical fever of full bosomed thrillers:
Thus I swept my arms and dived
Like a full grown white boy from the ever ready cross
Into the arms of the conquistadors,
And fell in love with a Columbian who had a four year
Old daughter
And an open minded boyfriend,
Whose eyes passed over all these scars,
And we started the dance of her red shift,
And broke out of these bars,
Laughing and jouncing with our sabers,
We two who became the neo conquistadors who defeated
All the backward sailing windmills
Of the planet mars.