the eczema stars and anemic moon
suffuse the skies while shadows dance
in my rear view, in my rear view
the echoes from our cosmos slide
beneath the rubber window stops
like petrol fumes, like petrol fumes
tuning in the radar bleeps
on shortwave radio
tuning in the radar bleeps
but nothing’s coming back
to you and me
we’re searching for the signals on
the lonely desert highway
past that restaurant, that restaurant
that some old crazy couple run
they’re always going on about
some crazy lights in the desert sky
tuning in to radar bleeps..
27/07/12
27/07/12
