Here’s a poem I wrote about a space ship and aliens. It’s called spaceship.


a metal spaceship flies and hovers
over meteorites and through the sun
the trip to the sun makes the ship hot
hotter than it has ever been before

looking for land
earth maybe
blackness everywhere
perhaps land on mars

green fingers press the
blinking blue and red buttons
while the
aliens inside go over their power-points

they want to land
traveling through the milky way
but the alien air runs out
and all of the aliens die

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