Lunar module, television blue
I'm feeling a weightlessness I never knew
I can't fall asleep, moons won't eclipse
They're two guiding lights for inner space trips
They shine on the planets of my private universe
Orbiting backwards and upside-down
There is a mystery where my feet hit the ground
Gravity is nonexistent and I don't hear a noise
I'm transitioning to the tranquility of limitless voids
The frothy overflow spills negligent existence
Defeated by the grind and the loss of my resistance
Drifting in checkout lines and intersections
Tugging on heartstrings with no promised rewards
Composing a swan song with the most difficult chords
Cobwebs cover a satellite broadcasting our smiles
Doing laundry and daydreaming waiting for our moments
Aurora Borealis the sky used to show us
She is the Milky Way, of influence and elegance
But we're galaxies removed from any intelligence
Despite these struggles we're a symbol of beauty
Engaged to uncertainty until we turn thirty
Kissing in broad daylight, getting caught by the spies
Like nobody's business as we took our sweet time
Our acute sense of touch does the workload of five
Unpredictable atmospheres we've learned to survive
Intimate fiascoes replay in syndication
Shattered wine glasses and collapsed picture frames
Celestial bodies are two holes in my face
They're the cameras of my nightmares
Developing until daylight critiques the portfolio
Growing old won't be easy to handle
Regrets, they'll surface with the slashing of wrinkles
Marring the spiritless clone of beloved angel
(The terrible result of terribly abusive men)
Permanent marker memories, aliens can't erase them
They'll never hypnotize me like you once did
With flashing beams and fictitious skin
Champagne departed, anniversaries awry
The baseball game, August 12, 1999
More than seasons it's light years behind
I lusted for the exclamation point
Obsessed by the question mark
I believed in who you could be
In love with who you aren't
Left staring at your starlight alone in the dark
Those Friday night meteors and limos to Mars
The world is blown to smithereens when the sun stars to fade
Align the cross hairs up inside
Blanket the earth with a serene black shade
Moons won't eclipse are the astronaut's eyes
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