Asteroids

Sometimes
when two asteroids collide in space
I think I see your face
but I don’t mind, for I am blind
and space is just a waste
of time.

If you call you’ll catch me
standing by the wall just waiting
for the day to pass away; don’t cry
‘cause when I die I will get stronger
like the guy you fancy, even though it hurts
the way he flirts with other girls
in supermarkets, stacking someone else’s empty shelves.

If I had the nerves to be a star
I’d take you driving in my car
I’d let you eat my food and when you’re in the mood
I’d ask if I could kiss you in the back
until your ruby lips turn black
and then, without a care, I’d take you to the fayre
in Central Park, until it’s dark
and we would go on all the rides
spread underneath the moon and stars, like fuel-injected cars
that kill you when they go too fast, but nobody avoids
to catch the bus, like us
colliding asteroids.