Mars, Noemi Susenbach




Few people.

Few rubbish.

And silence, just like before the war

universe war.


There are no speed tickets.

You don't need to wear masks either

Neither helmets

Or nothing.


They are supposed to be corridors in the red rock.

Ghosts with empty eyes pass through them. When the sun goes down behind the polar ice cap

They leave.

They are looking for bicycles.

To get away far, far away

and sing, sing, sing!


But they don't know the notes.


So they abandon their prey and go back deep



You can see with the bare eye what is going on there.

One would like to bring order

If it wasn't for this brothel


On Earth.



Noemi Susenbach

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