Ground Control To Major Tom Poem by Terri Turrell

I rode in a rocket
went whipping through space
crystal for fuel
and I flew while in place
a pin-prick of pain
and a grin on my face
neck to neck with a comet
and I won the race

floating through space
was that bad habit breaker
Major Tom and I drifted -
but I had a tether
I gave him my baggie
now he's high forever
reality weighed me
thank God for that anchor

I'm gravity grave now
and grounded as well
I walked a long mile
but a million I fell
crashed through the crystalized
crust straight to hell
wickedly twisted but tough
I exhale

more years than fingers
no way to keep track
the meth and the mem'ries
tied up in a sack
floating with Tom
and no way to get back
they gathered the losers

I fell through a crack

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