just where the instrumental kicks in
i’m down at reception signing names
now she’s back from hell’s other wing
stirring up trouble beneath our skins
clouds sown with rain seeds as down
systems beyond the understanding of
space entrepreneurs see their boring
powers & if they want to photograph
me from space they’re welcome to it
just remember they’ll be dead some
day too (just like walt disney’s head
we’re only information conduits & if
you think they’re watching you then
they are if even a small part of what
we suspect is true then paranoia is
a justifiable state nay natural even &
for those who don’t understand I’m
mad & I’m dead it’s not what passes
through us may be evil or the moon
but for all their talk of legislating
asteroid belts (some poets have no
choice but to submit to the leather
clampdowns clash reruns (i predict
a flash of lightning followed by the
numb acceleration of our particles
through american airspaces despite
secrecy & deniability all it takes to
make spy satellites real is one group
of astral enthusiasts (or nuts we’d
like to call them train a telescope
on the sky behold there’s something
up there look at what’s inside your
own brainstem before you mouth off
about the
†††††††††††††††††††††technically insane†