Walls jumped
not the highways
but the mud
and sink holes
yet my green fire
was jumping nightwards
as if my life was lived
on Mars
aliens in the distance
opening their arms
the ticket was
saying:
This new ship
will be perfect
climb aboard.
not the highways
but the mud
and sink holes
yet my green fire
was jumping nightwards
as if my life was lived
on Mars
aliens in the distance
opening their arms
the ticket was
saying:
This new ship
will be perfect
climb aboard.