God from Mars
came down to the Earth
he cuddled me with arms of creation
and he stitched my eyes up with
wordiness from outer space.

We'd listened together to David Bowie.

Now, he'd ran away
back-where he came from.
He's lying on a neon beach,
glances at me
through the haze of
vodka-and-Pluto cocktail
and he's snickering over
my
volcanos of fury.