Space Woman
Yeah
by Greg Adams (from the album Pareidolia)
It
was late on a clear, 30-satellite night,
driving
home past the cornfields
I
saw some strange lights.
My
engine stopped. My fuel-line bled,
under
the lights I was stranded.
A
spaceship hovered over my head.
I
felt the pull of a tractor beam
tug at
my car, my head, my entire being.
Up
from the road and onto the ship,
this
would be my first space trip with her
Space
woman, yeah.
My
engine stopped, my fuel-line bled.
She
gained control over my head,
suspended
in her luminous, weightless bed
Space
woman, yeah.
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