Frozen Flies

She has skin of honey

And hair of frozen flies

She wonders if the stars

Mean what they look like

Do they promise the secrets they beam down?

Or are we all just living dead things

Nowhere to go, nowhere to pray

I've never been so happy

As when the morphine knocked me out

Linger in between like a dip into space

An asteroid always out of orbit

A funeral proceeds on

Twenty two miles long

And the plots already overgrown

Caskets empty waiting for me

To slump down

Are we all just living dead things

Nowhere to go, nowhere to pray

Are we all just waiting for the moment

We're knocked back out to space