Spinning Away - Sims

You were in a shouting match with god on the fire escape of the sound gallery

and I thought;

What a waste

What a waste

Of perfectly good cocaine

Small change got rained on with his own .38

And he couldn’t find a saint to blame

What to Say?

Emptied every cupboard, covered every cave, undid every buckle

Nothing but the plate gave

Nothing was the same

What to say?

A boy on a plane broke through the clouds for the first time

And I didn’t see a single solitary grandparent

Or a dead dog

And my head cocked staring through the plexiglass

Can you picture that?

Was the picture looking back?

And several curtains close and lift

And I sat stiff, supposing this was it

That moment was a monument

Did not intend to get to so morbid

But I never felt more

Out here in orbit

Are you out here spinning too?

Are you out here spinning too?

Space bending around me

Pounding boundary

Found me echolocating

Everything sounding

Everything in it

Are you spinning?

Are you here?

Everything in it, everything spinning

Are you here?

Are you spinning?

Are you here spinning too?