Selling The Last Sun...

Selling The Last Sunset On Mars

and as it dips under the stars, the stars in your eyes twinkling and burning, itching and turning sparkling particles of want weather someone kicked them there or you whorled up a whole cloud all on your own while working on projecting you coded plans projecting who you are realizing your projects you are the star you are the star you are the star the star of all you see what you lay your eye down on is yours for this is your reality to bend and to mold

to have and to hold for all eternity so long as you’re here so long as you’re here to see so long as you’re here to see me you are the universe the universe the you ni verse splitting a cell of you and me we’re warming up the seat we’re warming up the seat for the next one to come along and when we close our eyes on Mars we close our eyes on all the stars and they will cease
to be

by gift, by chance, or sleight of hand, we are the stewards of this land

roaming around from trailer trails to stars dropped off by a impossible flights driving to our desires propelled by tanks of burning ancestors the engine offerings only all of earth’s life past lived fuel for our dreams and machinations hooking up with punks and night stalkers dreaming in squats and splendid squalor dancing to the data stream

I know a thing or two about rainbows

freedom, is achievable anywhere if you know how to seduce it, how to make it fall in love with you love, love love dancing the dance of you dancing the dance of the perfect foil the perfect diffraction/distraction/attraction to power to power to power love to power, force and might, giving us electricity to sea to sea to see in the middle of the night