Freelance astronaut
With a ponytail
On the late-night shift
Took this rocket many times before
No nightmare grivets
Still something creeps inside
As I watch the metal birds fly
Like the wind before a tornado
Mister Rogers with a red glass eye
And I dream of forts and storm shelters
Paper crackers and magazines
But they're only crops in my head
Ding-dong the witch is dead
Got my coupons
Got my waivers
Better get on board
Blink an eye
Past the borderline
Trace the silver biblical chord
But what's this terror
What's this sensation
I'm alone and bound and tied
Promethean sacrifice
See the cavity craters
In my peripheral eye
Reading rainbow I can't read you
All I see is a misty circle
Butchered ogdoad for a baker's dozen
But three isn't what you'd expect
These ropes want to be untied
Menstrual men and cosmic spies
Feel them all from below
Hear them all from above
Like dead wind chimes
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
Freelance astronaut
With a ponytail
On the late-night shift
Took this rocket many times before
No nightmare grivets
Still something creeps inside
As I watch the metal birds fly
Like the wind before a tornado
Mister Rogers with a red glass eye
And I dream of forts and storm shelters
Paper crackers and magazines
But they're only crops in my head
Ding-dong the witch is dead
Got my coupons
Got my waivers
Better get on board
Blink an eye
Past the borderline
Trace the silver biblical chord
But what's this terror
What's this sensation
I'm alone and bound and tied
Promethean sacrifice
See the cavity craters
In my peripheral eye
Reading rainbow I can't read you
All I see is a misty circle
Butchered ogdoad for a baker's dozen
But three isn't what you'd expect
These ropes want to be untied
Menstrual men and cosmic spies
Feel them all from below
Hear them all from above
Like dead wind chimes
Inspired by a dream
