A Beautiful Day in Space 
 

Ostrich syndrome 
and my CD collection 
protect me from the sun. 
A friend comes over sometimes 
to see what I've been writing 
and ask me what I'm on. 
Rearranging stars in my head, 
it's a beautiful day in space 
and all the memories of me are dead 
now that I've become the man without a face. 

Here at the bottleneck 
consequences have their consequences, 
karmic repercussions, so I'm told. 
We are all immortal for a time, 
but we only come to know this 
once we've grown old. 

The only sound I hear is the refrigerator humming, 
all the rest is muted 
like the colours in old magazines 
and my head has been rebooted. 

It's plain to see from here behind the Sun 
that the sky is very big today, 
my parabolic rocket cuts the vacuum 
and all I know is daytime television, 
pale blue light and softly shouted drones, 
in my culture coma in the backroom. 

But I've become the hunter yet again 
'cause I lost my sense of loss today, 
which marks a new beginning, not an end, 
a chance for me to go astray...dum de dum de dum...
 
 

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Nick Kellaway 
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