Yeah we smoking the cosmos tonight

Exploring the Galaxies in a Ford Galaxie

Minds stretched like mozzarella sticks

Fried Just Right

Wonton in the Front Seat

Begging in the Back

Spread out on the Hood

Under a Blanket of Sky

Van Gogh Smiles with a Sleepy Eye

And an Ear tuned into the AM frequencies

Of a star called Sol

Feeling Rubber Ducky Quacky Calm

With Butterflies of Love in the Belly of Bedlam

Maybe we can escape away

In our vintage Ford Galaxie

Ride Rainbows

Chase Comets

Lick the Ice Cream of Neptune Freezie Pops

And shake down our underworld cops

Ford

In Another Galaxie

The stars look like little pinholes in construction paper of the Gods

Planet

Planetarium

Planet

Planetarium

Carbon Life Forms are we

In the back seat

Of a Ford Galaxie