if i stuck my head into every crevice

would i discover all of life’s mysteries,

or would i find something i didn’t want to find

sitting at the end of the tunnel,

staring back at me,

menacingly,

snoring,

waiting for me to give it some gold fish,

before realizing we’re both vegan

i don’t know if there’s any poetry on mars,

but i have a feeling it’s not very well thought on,

no structure

no feeling

nothing and no one to claim it has meaning,

so while i don’t know if there’s poetry on mars,

if there is

i’m pretty sure it sucks

the band plays instruments in monotonous tones

through iron bars born from ire

melted in the sand for quite some time

until the band comes out to play another set

encore

let the music continue forevermore

Fred Aiken Writing