Alienated Alien

 Wouldn’t it be swell to live on mars?

I could sit on a bench,

have a drink,

mixed, 

and stare at the stars.

Sure,

there would be ghosts of past explorers,

but I, too, would be one,

so at long last, I wouldn’t be alone.

Unless,

the ghosts,

they, too, have their own social dynamics,

and I’m,

once again,

alienated.

An alienated alien with astronomical amounts of apathy.

At least,

I’ll still have the scenery.