Spaceman Blues
Finite minds,
Grasping,
Futile singularity
In their vacuum tongues
Black hole blind
Crafting
ventricle galaxies
as their centre of gravity runs
warped thoughts
scorch cinder suns,
as moons blues plays over
ear drums bleeding…
I’ve seen your sattalite devotion'
float from'
Orbit to orbit as I'
peered into the ovary earth
And aborted the core
of your volcanic existence
I am a hand written prism'
sent to reflect on
Glass like collisions between you...
and spectrum darkness
Overall. I’m bored of writing now. So I’m just gonna roll a joint and shut up.
