Another spontaneous Poem: Cool Autumn martian Miss

Over sentimental sentiment a sentiment 

Hemingway would not approve neither would the grand master of cool Bukowski. 

But 

the shore look of the silver neon spoon that feeds me energy is keeping me awake up until noon. When i walk through the projects every second feels like a blink of the martian Miss on the moon.

Sometimes on cool clear autumn nights I can see her wink at me.

I am not mistaken she is not blinking but directly and intentionally perhaps seductively winking.

She knows 

i see her 

and acts like my muse 

but not interms of pornography but more like a good song to lull me into caring about the revolutions of you.

but really i dont care for you.

But she martian Miss on cool clear autumn nights inspires me enough to imagine what it would be like if i did. her green skin and small breast make me wonder about paternity but not whether or not it matters that one must entirely sacrifice and love for you.

of these sentiments i think the Bullkowski and the Hanghimanyway would approve.