There Isn't Life On Mars
The night air's so cold now
It throws a haze across your eyes
Trying to hide a sky so big,
That it loses you when you walk alone.

I should be sleeping
But the heaters creaking
Keeps my heart racing.
Superelectric Instant Heat
Model 360 with Magic Brain,
It's light's the only light
Near the bed,
On and off,
There are no jobs,
No money

I should be a furnace,
a star,
Channeled through parent's parents,
The stuff they were
Was all stars.
My father worked three jobs,
Got one saturday off,
And two quarts of beer.
That was me, he told me
When his brother died.
"Be the wood, and not the fire," he said.
We drank,
I read the lines in his face,
Fire is poor.

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