Looking thru your reflection
              in a puddle that dried up 3 days ago
was the name of that song
                                                Call this one
              Tequila Mockingbird 
& stagger the rhyme out along the cement jetty
The Martian sunset drops into the sea
like a murder weapon
we’ve yet to ditch the shady side of the 19th century
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
