A Mess of Mars

by Ian Clegg Walsh · from Heavy Rusted Steel

A blurry mess of Mars. come close my love, keep that pink tongue inside, wigger denied
Last time there was an ice cap, we can't work it out New York, New York Olympus Mons a blurry mess of mars
Jupiter is okay, but outta sight I see old stars on a big screen feel no shame to cut and paste their fame, who put the 'M' in mars?
Chip chime mercifully tonight no corduroys. release the planets black square black keys sharps
We walked on Mars where we tuned our guitars cosmic man! unfortunately cosmic rays! mournful equipment never mind..

This poem appears in Heavy Rusted Steel — over 50 poems, 280 pages.
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