MARS.

Bonneville Salt Flats,

30,000 acres of Mars near the Border.

Cherries & berries 

twirl across our rear view mirror

Kelsey shakes her head and sighs 

at yet another red handed window visit.

I grab the sheriff's wrist

in hopes he won't reach for the lead foot warrant 

out for my arrest.

dishonest compliments stumble from my mouth,

followed by more lip sweat

&

 a tip of the hat

"carry on"

upon entering, 

I was assured a UFO would hit us dead smack

in the middle of both our brows

we sit silently,

our thoughts understood by one another

We crave flames to keep warm 

 but more-so to cast shadows on the land 
so we don't feel so alone.

NIGHT COMES QUICK

MORNING COMES QUAKE

The salt crust trembles beneath us 

shaking our eyes awake, 

to trace the trail of black smoke 

that exits the rockets above us.