SPACE BOY
He floats through the blackness,
Listens to tunes...
Sometimes he trips
on acid or shrooms...
And he raves ecstatic
in white party dreams...
With a pink pacifier
to stifle his screams...
And wears only a jock
like a babe in the womb...
He waits for his daddy
and hopes he comes soon...
For space boy is hungry
and needs to be fed...
His holes are hungry
and thus he's not dead...
He's alive and he's kicking
and flailing for love...
Space boy floats by
and looks down from above.
Written By Jason Wright
AUGUST 20, 2006