A Mundane Phonecall to Jack Parsons - A Sunny Day In Glasgow

Blanche Dubois and it started to seem

like the only things that happened happened in my dreams (in my dreams)

and my dreams they got so big

my head sunk into my chest

underneath the autumn star

there are days when the dead of us are not so far (samhain)

and i never thought i could injure myself

by sitting still and staring straight ahead

underneath the autumn star

there are days when the dead of us are not so far

«and that pain in your chest would go away

if you would only go to the movies.»

concentrating on the mundane

the dead among us are not insane.

and i never thought it could be so easy

to talk about nothing all day

no more of this Jack for god’s sake

you’re not the devil

and how about this weather?

can you believe it?

«i know»

sixty-eight in november

hello, hello

hello, hello

so i got on my bike

«rode all the way across town»

please samhain

factorial be good to me.