Interstellar Overdrive Gadgetry
Take down your picture frames, your self-portraits your mistakes
Move out your gadgetry your stuffed toys your misery.
But I can’t control anything
And you surround everything I come near.
Rip of your tapestry, and clear out your irony
Hold down your bigotry, your soleprint away from me.
I’ve been at the bench we were together
I touched the wood and the metal.
Every time I see this place I fear a change
The step I never made it drops me away
And it drops me away, now.
