On Saturn again

watching you exist silently

on the moon.



The craters keep you company

as you pick up a silver spoon.

You stick it in your mouth—

Ah, what fortune in this!



Alas, the elation is short lived.

I saw a flaxen haired girl from Venus

make her way to you.



She flew across the stars, her hair turned

a lighter shade of blonde by the sun,

and like an angel she existed in your presence.



Like the rest, those from Pluto and Mars,

you sent her back to sail across the stars

lingering on your ideals of staring down at the

Earth with unruly disdain—

I’ll watch you from Saturn

as blood drips through my veins.



I question your motives,

Your heartless façade

but deep down inside

I’ll love you more

than that of the moon

and the stars.