It was suppose to be a sonnet, but I messed it up... oh well. theres a martian in my headlights staring a bull flying on acid with paper wings got a brick to flick and a tongue searing psychosomatic martian plants and sings digs himself into savanna and hides catastrophes lighten the sinking sky and the martian cried, he cant abide theres a crow soaring in a purple sky barricaded from vision inside rubriced lines inaugurated growth for fruitless waves the martian looks, digs himself up and shines in this terrestrial cosmic he yells, roars, and raves stepping away from the headlights he retrieves everything inside of him which he believes
