Pyramids on Mars - Pop. 1280

I have been asleep for days

in a metaltooth between the trees

dripped as our fathers freeze

are aging are the leaves

I visit him at a nursing home

the same place I’ve been born

told him I would steal a car

he told me there were no pyramids on Mars

Hovering on the overpass

I settle down on the grass

sift and smear the common track

tore a fill and a normal mass

a fog came right in through the grass

he told me why I always lost

I asked him how he got his scars

he told me there were no pyramids on Mars

I woke upon an abandoned ass

with a lock of hair and a subway math

came from rain and the others laughed

an intense flash

a million of voices weren’t given names

and things would always be this way

death is something between the stars

and there are no pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids

on Mars

Pyramids

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids on Mars

Pyramids

on Mars