Deep breaths, shallow steps
far from the nest,
thoughts squeezed dry in the press.
Tired with rash,
I've stained my sash,
curbed here like sun-baked trash.
Longing for stars,
head dizzy from bars
This alien's homesick for Mars.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
Deep breaths, shallow steps
far from the nest,
thoughts squeezed dry in the press.
Tired with rash,
I've stained my sash,
curbed here like sun-baked trash.
Longing for stars,
head dizzy from bars
This alien's homesick for Mars.