Space Junk

Alienated in an alienation  
and that is all right by me  
kicking planetary dust into angry mouths  
fuck you for being geocentric  
 
the stars are hydrogen and helium to me  
but for you they will always be out of reach  
grounded with you're face in the mud  
doesn't sound like a lot fun  
 
you are like a stellar black hole  
feeding off a dead star  
I don't have time for that  
not even a nano second  
 
I'm moving faster than the speed of sound  
your mouth moves yet nothing is coming out  
loving the effects of orbiting sanity yet never landing  
by virtue of motion I am kinetic  
 
my head is in the ionosphere  
I'm picking up radio stations that aired in the 40s  
with my mercury fillings  
spaced the fuck out!  
 
you're in the gibbous phase  
not ready to show all of you're face  
probably because you have two  
solar wind escapes your lips, it breezes right past me  
 
as the moon drifts away from earth  
I drift away from you  
this is just occulation  
two celestial bodies passing each other