no threat of a M̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉artian war


June 16 by The Running Son

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no threat of a M̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉artian war



Feels like I’ve come down from Mars
to this land of milk and scars
and the silks that were promised
are far from being scarves

and this wind that’s been scathing me,
whip-punishments for hardening
to far flung dreams, and my hangover from partying
hard at hard rock mesas, eating books

and building bonfires from bible pages,
licking sweet clean the hot pain
of knuckle burn from beating latent sages,
stuck like a stick in the middle-ages

fiddling, messing with the cages
they’re place in. The faces
they’ve taken captive lately will make
good company–cult leaders dream.

Feed me. They left me bereft
of darkstar juice caps, whats left
of my pulsar wraps are tapped,
jacked by some gang banger, a theft

that has kept me in leftover mars bars
drinking cheap moon fruits, losing
weight, fooling no martian tuned
astral gate hyper-vigilant, fusing

the cakewalk job of earth logic
protection, with the insanity of Mars men
landing, mad at wind and self vanity,
and demanding they be let in

on promises the war of the worlds will not begin.

by Jim Aldrich

All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.


7 thoughts on “no threat of a M̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉̍̉artian war

  1. Bastet says:

    Oh beware of martians bearing gifts…the mars bars get stale pretty quick. Glad there won’t be a war of the worlds and better not to have cult leaders I suppose…alas, I don’t understand a word of this poem, my comment should have been ??? and should leave it at that!

  2. Eva PoeteX says:

    Can I use the word damn, too? Please? Haha.

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