The life of Mars

I saw the box

what I left there for you

a package lustful mouths took

why does the color red hang deep

why does the dollar bill laugh with such colored tones

with such space and distance

A carrot on a stick

Candor from feted fingers

A fine exchange of osmosis

from something great to something empty

To watch pink eyes stare down projections

To wrestle with angels

Climb down the ladder

Try and catch something wedged between stones

And to realize you cannot hold it

But only choose between stones.

So bite your thumb

Laugh at the manacles

Black is ephemeral

A drum beat in the still

The beat to which the people march

motivated by the repetition.