E.T. Space

Playing pool with the planets
And the handle of the big dipper
The eight ball is my all time favourite
Cold and blue
Just like you
Vacant.

Stick your tounge out
Mouth open
Hopeless ideas run out
Like maniacs in mansions
Rich but poor in the mind
And very poor in the casket.

Talking constantly while
Saying nothing at all
Nothing at once
Grandfather clocks dominace
Weighing in on my confidence

Playing tonk with the moon
And he's winning.
Big white and lonesome thing
In the darkness
Swimming.
Floating in nothingness
Something we can not see

Ships arranging
In a type of formation
We deem as random
But they know exactly what they're doing.

Throwing waterballoons
Full of I love yous
And I'm sorrys
And I need yous
And extruding thoughts of things
That you don't understand
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Playing pool with the planets
And the handle of the big dipper
The eight ball is my all time favourite
Cold and blue
Just like you
Vacant.

Stick your tounge out
Mouth open
Hopeless ideas run out
Like maniacs in mansions
Rich but poor in the mind
And very poor in the casket.

Talking constantly while
Saying nothing at all
Nothing at once
Grandfather clocks dominace
Weighing in on my confidence

Playing tonk with the moon
And he's winning.
Big white and lonesome thing
In the darkness
Swimming.
Floating in nothingness
Something we can not see

Ships arranging
In a type of formation
We deem as random
But they know exactly what they're doing.

Throwing waterballoons
Full of I love yous
And I'm sorrys
And I need yous
And extruding thoughts of things
That you don't understand
Overflow

This poem is about: 
Me

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