Poem 16: Looking Towards Another Galaxy Far Away

Looking Towards Another Galaxy Far Away 

 

Who needs a deckchair? 

Lie on the bloody floor. 

At least, if your neck becomes sore, 

You'll have space to look at. 

I feel sorry for your cat, 

You still haven't fed Sunny for f*****g hours, 

You've been looking at the stars, 

And although you can hear the odd passing cars, 

It doesn't matter, plug in your headphones, 

Listen to ambient tunes, 

Even if you haven't drank in ages 

And your throat is as dry as several dunes, 

At least you can fit a little bit more time to see the stars, 

Instead of picking up dirty tramps at strip clubs and busy bars. 

Little white dots in the blackest black sky, 

You are amazed and you let out a sigh, 

You still lie here and wonder why, 

You haven't been spending your time 

In the back garden doing this before, 

Now that your body is adjusted to the prolonged silence, 

And the cars have now gone, you've just opened another door, 

A door of extreme relaxation. 

The time is twelve o' clock at night, 

You've got work tomorrow and you're not in bed yet. 

Who needs bed? When you've got the sky. 

Today, I bid you goodbye, 

Tomorrow, I bid you hello, 

I guess this is the end of today's night show.