Can you hear me at all? can you hear me calling?
Come back to me Houston, I think my sky is falling
Don't you know the stars are too bright, can't you cut the glare?
All these feelings are real, but I know you don't care
I think that it's much too cold
The Robot says it's fine, but then his sensors are old
Actually, the thermo-unit is working, it's cold in my soul
No more dehydrated food, can you send me a fruit bowl?
The horizon was purple again today, or is it just my eyes
The man in red came again today, selling his lies
The nova flamed out, the Robot heard it scream
Space sector 9 was destroyed, taking all of my dreams
The Robot needs new parts and probably some oil
Here are the samples you ordered, of rocks and soil
I think, tomorrow, I will zap the man in red
All alone here, it's easy to play with my head
I think I'll resign then, and go with the Man in White
I'll lock all the doors and turn out the light
Don't worry about the Robot, he's getting so old
He'll be alright here, now he can enjoy the cold
(#universe #tableforone--kind of inspired from Elton John's "Rocket Man" ~ 36.5/81, 19yrs)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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PoesíaWHAT'S NEW: pictures! I finally figured out how to add an image for each poem featuring the fabulous pics of Dean Hyers--he really has an eye for artistic photographs. I am adding them as fast as I can. (7/2024) This is not complete--not until I get...
