comet residue (in progress)

inhale the dust of another planet

you’re on galactic high speed transit

couldn’t’ve worked better if i planned it

can’t see the sun ’cause son i am it

scraping plate and sucking thumbprint

tastes like id and red-striped white mints

reap some grass and forage magic

you get the wood, i’ll rockhound black flint

ill hold the bowl, hold back my hair

drag the clouds for a foggy stare

the air’s in me and i’m in the air

me and the world make such a pair

don’t press too hard you’ll crush my spirit

cut it just right and we’ll both feel it

i’ll drool candy on your face just to smear it

there’s no Bad in this space baby so no need to fear it

trust fall to earth, down where it’s moonlit

feel your tongue again as your tooth chews it

blink at the last star before you lose it

with no options but this life, i’d still choose it

z