ball. And his voice the paddle. He kept whacking the celluloid globe to the tune "man on the moon" I skedaddled
as a deer crossing the road seeing a truck marked "oversize overload" His notes ricocheted on my forehead as a concert hall of "the living dead" My eyes
fell out of their sockets as pennies rolling from my ripped jean pockets. I put my hand inside to find the lining unravelling to "man on the moon"