Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,729 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Wearing Space Specks In Space - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

The people are counting up from the ground.
As the battery light dies in your torch
Point it back at me! I’m already dead…

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

Wear your space specks
And rattle like a hive of angry bees
Give no due respects to these tax payers’ deaths…

Dreamer… don’t close your eyes
The vultures are circling all around…
Acid or flower child…

Be a ruler of the world
Be a tapeworm in a race horse
And loose the race in capitalism's race for first place.

Ooh. Ooh, ooh…
Dreamer and throw your fortune cookie away…
It’s hard to breathe, Ooh. Ooh, ooh
When you’re wearing space specks in space!
Ooh. Ooh, ooh…


Comments about Wearing Space Specks In Space by Mark Heathcote

  • Gold Star - 36,563 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/18/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    dreamer, throw your fortune, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013


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