I thought you were the postcard I lost in my car
But with a purpose underlined in italicized
But my mother left you in the scrapbook of 1995
Mailed you out with a compass in my dreams last night
I then forgot you in conversation As
you took off from the Rome space station
And became a constellation I found with my Russian satellites
All because this world is in numbers It's emotional,
explosional
And we fell into the hole A massive
crater dug out from a paranoid despot
Where I lost you as my poll star for lunch
Tonight
