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Artiste: Hymie's Basement
Titre: Moonhead

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andy: 
did you hear the one 
about the day the moon fell to earth? 
it had a crater exactly the size 
of a human head on it 
and it landed on my head 
and now my head is the moon. 
or the one about the day 
a thousand lives from now 
when we return as a team of archeologists 
and discover fossils of ourselves 
in a former life 
on the day we spurned our nervous twitch 
and found our yearn to hint at winter bliss. 
on the day the stars 
sang the national anthem of sweaty disbelief, 
of coelacanth teeth, 
to scream loud enough 
to shatter the roof of a coral reef 
and the shrapnel ground up into paint 
for robin's egg colored dream 
and root beer float, 
second hand flavored drool absorbers 
and the words "hope" and "home" 
that sound the same, 
smell the same as the day 
the doe caught a sad snowflake on her 
tongue and melted it in an instant 
and it tasted like the blackhole's 
wild-eyed longing for light, 
whether from the starts that radiate 
or the planets that reflect it 
or the eyes that reflect the reflection, 
or the eyes looking into those eyes 
and seeing the reflection of the eyes, 
which if all goes according to plan, 
will outlast the universe itself.