We Are Going Flying With My Wings Of Fire. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am a black Arabic
horse wearing a heavily
tinted sunglasses
in a summer resort
somewhere in
Mars

and you are?

an ice woman serving
me orange juice
with your two hands
holding
a silver glass

i don't drink orange juice
and you don't like a horse

so what happens?

we are here somewhere
in Mars
and we have no space ride
to take us back
to earth

so?

we might as well enjoy
this moment

leave that orange juice
ride with me

we are going flying with my
wings of fire.