mars ain't no place to raise a kid- in fact, it's cold as hell

mars ain't no place to raise a kid- in fact, it's cold as hell


the roads are slick
and mirror traffic signs
and headlights and
neon storefronts.

the buildings and houses
look strangely
alien at night;
out of place and invading
and welcome under pretenses
of cookies and milk

and i wake up abducted
in a
suburban split-level apartment
with my spaceship parked
outside and
the television on.


NOTE: title is a line from Elton John's "Rocketman"