THE BALLAD OF SIDEREAL JOE. By ANDREW DARLINGTON

the kids in the street chant

‘where you bin today.
Sidereal Joe Sidereal Joe?
where you bin today. Sidereal Joe?’

OK, I admit it, I was drifting,
I slide clear off the edge of time
into that kinda mushy stuff,
what is it they call it? Sidereal space,
something like that, I wasn’t sure,
I woke up once and I wasn’t here,
I was in a place where the stars
are coins tossed by a madman,
on a beach that goes on forever
beneath a sky with sixteen moons
that honk out a beat on the air,
as if traveling to one moon ain’t enough
you think I’m romancing, I can tell,
I can tell by that leery expression,
Oh yeah, old Sidereal Joe
flipping a loop again,
but yes, I admit it,
I was only drifting,
happens all the time…

and the kids in the street chant
‘where you bin today.
Sidereal Joe Sidereal Joe?
where you bin today. Sidereal Joe?’

 

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