Realistic Tar.

What are we looking for? In this cold
dead universe in which we reside?
Such lives would be lost on Jupiter
and Mars and yet we curl up with our

Terrestial patriotism, vile words
that ooze and bind the feathers of
the creativity lark that sits and licks and
wishes to be unstuck. Birds envy

us and we envy the sky. Oh! How green
the dusk is! The shining hue unknown
in semantic terms. Green fairies in the air;
casting their malicious spells

and quirks over the mortals like me;
like us looking for the other person.
Shall we presume we have not spoke
and all the world is blank? That

the mockeries of romance
are not enough? That we need more?
We need adventure in equal measure.
The running and the racing heart

to prove we have it, to prove we can love.
Oh, come with me and we'll see the world
and run from it, run from it so very far
and, maybe, escape reality's spiteful tar.