Return Ticket

(written on a receipt from jail)



What could be more authentic

Than a poem written on this

See? I really did go to Mars

My intentions laid bare

Ten pens - stolen

Thrown in a cell with nothing

Except your memory

"Come on, ice cream!"

Part of a joke my uncle once told

So I ordered some

And macaroni, another time

For my mom

Crackers and peanut butter for grandpa

Skittles, a Butterfinger

And my life for you

My muse



I love you...

Forever