THE BIG BLUE MARBLE  

the blue marble rolls straight
from his broken lungs from
his bent frame out of my eye
unable to sell myself
I return my head to its previous owner
No, this is not the six o’clock news
He could produce a jellyfish of light
with a snap of his fingers
but he couldn’t get paid

the blue marble rolls
straight from his eye
out of his broken lungs
out of his bent frame
right out of my eye
unable to sell myself
I returned my head
to its previous owner
he could call up a molecule of light
that became a colored jellyfish
but he couldn’t get paid

and the blue marble
rolled out of his main frame
rolled out of my eye’s mind
right out of a molecule of light
that came from a colored jellyfish
but he couldn’t get paid

the colored jellyfish
couldn’t get paid
he lost his marbles
in the machinery of light
he lost his blue molecule
to its previous owner
he gave back his head
he became a colored jellyfish
but he couldn’t get paid

I heard you twice the third time
and I couldn’t get paid!
I gave back my head
to its previous owner
because I couldn’t sell out
strokes between fragments
that became songs
I select these tones to
be my scales
these 12 tone rocks to
be my rockets

eyes stuffed with clouds dripping cotton
one falls out

I gave my head to get my strokes
I gave my lungs to the machinery of age
I gave my heart to my broken tones
I gave my big blue marble
To the machinery of light