Written for Totally Optional Prompts
SPACE JUNK
Walking on the sands towards the sea
the moon waxing or waning
stars flashing like blinking lights
a shooting star, drops behind the horizon.
Walking back, the shooting star returns,
pointing up into the sky above us.
Completes the circle of the earth,
then falls out of the sky.
Shining like silver, it lands on the beach,
we run towards it, what else can we do?
A little girl picks it up, shakes it,
throws it back down, ‘Space Junk,’ she says.
It looks like a bicycle lamp to me
and there are little letters stamped on it
that make words that say:
Made in Hong Kong.
DANCE THE
MOOD AWAY
no it’s not
that I ain’t got
nobody to talk to,
‘cos you know
that I got you.
it’s just that
I ain’t got
a lot to say.
I’d rather throw
another record on
my turntable, and
let the music play.
don’t go feelin’ blue
but if you do do
spin a disc or two
then go like this, and
dance the mood away
that’s why they do it
on the radio
about a million
zillion times a day
don’t need no
fancy Wurlitzer
duke box
no you don’t
need no
superstar deejay
just a gramophone
and some forty-fives
and a ra-ra skirt
if you wanna flirt
and a dance or two
that we both can do...
Chorus
Then repeat from top
