view of Mars

Close View Of Mars
3-1-16

The star above you crimson red
She says it's only in my head
For a skunk we became a drunk
He smells of weed
As I fly above you
With an hour and a half to spare
To be published from here to Cush
Are you awake
We'll be caught on a picture
Gale, I, like you this way not walking
My hair is on end about you
I'm a sitting duck to you
I'm a garbage truck spanking new
That at my rebuke
The chaw is dark but tasty...




Conscriating Again
3-1-16

Because I have written and you refused
You place your hand where I cannot see
In our not too sleepy free flow of idioms
We sacrifice on the top of mountains
We roll the dice for drinking water
Of forever flowing fountains
In that case under oaks, poplars and elms
I stay cool in the shade
And thank God for what He has made
Conscriating
I can tell that you won't be what you pretend
Raising her voice in the open squares
In that case we can have a ball....