A new poem by Mitch Marks.
Twin Earth
It’s a dark time for those who watch the moon
So kiss me until the sensor lights turn on
And there’s not a single lunatic left
Drunken cartoon birds circle your crown!
Cartoon hearts burst wetly from your eyes!
[It’s a scene that’s ruined by subtitles]
It’s a dark time for those who worship the moon
You swoon when the sensor lights turn on
And you notice the lunatic has left
The script says you save me, but hey—
Is that wine in your spit or something else?
Anchovies, or a loosely borrowed toothbrush?
Did you fuck around and find out
There’s another habitable planet?
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The Friday Poem is edited by Hera Lindsay Bird. Submissions are now open. Please send up to three poems in a PDF or Word document to fridaypoem@thespinoff.co.nz
