A New Planet

Its orbit elliptical, 

Its surface red and bright; 

The volcano on its surface spews 

a liquid white – 

A mountain is falling apart and 

being made new, on your face. 

The planet rarely strays from its roots: 

Deep hairy follicles infected, 

Oozing with new matter 

To make this planet, on your face.

Perhaps one day human society 

Will colonize your pimple and wonder

At the oils that allowed it to exist

And use it as energy, on your face.