Careening

Epistolary, bits of stories

Scratched on cheap cards in your hand

Foggy morning, split adhesive

Something's lost as a moment's past

Your pulp fantasy, your showbiz lens

A weekend and it's over

Down the steps then to the riverbed

Quiet as ghosts and translucent

She sent a letter (Put a stamp on the card)

Here's the letter (A postcard from Mars)

She sent a letter

Singed the edges

Received a postcard from Mars

Nothing said then, sans explanation

Missives like stars streaking the night

Careening, careering

Could I make your life mine?

Do you need a, need a weekend, need a weekend in the country?

Bubblegum, bright lights

A spirit's hand could reach and touch me