Mons Poems - Poems about Mons

.... it's thuh friday eve and mine he reeks one foot tramps whilst it's companion ......Read the rest...

.... me mine my marauding mons mostly morningz maybe midnights mm......Read the rest...

...Abandoned Yellow Star, Existential apostle. Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not." Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar. Hot but not the hottest star. A tiny lifeless ......Read the rest...

...A girl on the tip of my tongue Wants to swing while she is still young She went on Facebook The lads had a look And now its her phone that's well hung......Read the rest...

...If I was The Mons Lisa Having every day to awaken Unto a seemingly endless chorus line of critic's Displayed as a center piece of art adorned on a museum wall Listening to each and......Read the rest...

...In Florida, where old people go to die With a population of less than one and counting Where glaciers crawl along the seashore down Growing cold and counting down the hours Melting down i......Read the rest...

...Why I Will Always Be Alone emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with poten......Read the rest...

...It was a unique environment. They were unique people in a unique place. A mountain fifteen thousand metres high with a vertical south face. Two pretty Goth girls stood on the edge. One footstep f......Read the rest...

...Martian Gothic (short) Unique environment unique people. Fifteen thousand metre mountain vertical south face. Two pretty Goth girls stood on the edge. One footstep fall to Martian plateau. Three......Read the rest...

...There once was a man from Le Mons Who thought he had life in his palms But his wife disagreed And challenged his creed So now he knows that he was wrong......Read the rest...

...Through the cobblestone roads they walk with feet so light and hearts so bright along the path where passion sizzles love it is a prelude to dismember by the hour ; Fine china dishes and silent......Read the rest...

...I am ... I am the black shine of a dead stare I am the reticent pallor of the moon's caste and the bruise of gleaming porcelain I am the shattered mirror of truth I am th......Read the rest...

...In the catacombs of Ares there's an ancient liar of Dragons on the dark side of Mars, savage and giant creatures with enormous and powerful wings and with the beating of their wings cause great......Read the rest...

...Saving credits for a trip to the stars, A cave at Alba Mons volcano: Ancient secrets, flowing bars; Greenish women, so Bueno; Artifacts, old, Martian, Calling me to hug. Beetle auction. Red du......Read the rest...

...Where do we come in in medias res not knowing nor caring when doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages pictures or else make for images of what we saw d......Read the rest...