Osees

The pilot took a tab of acid in the control room and reclined back in his chair, mouth open 
It was his birthday 
A fly buzzed through....zzzz.... 
It was twilight April 20th on the nut farm 
and we had one reel of tape left 
The rhythm section was in stasis 
As was the still & purple desert night 
The door open a crack, a slice, a breach, a fissure  
Unmasking a landscape of dust 
Mr. Elevator and I set up a cockpit with synthesizers and keyboards galore and fried out two improvised long jam sandwiches 
They are here on gluten-free wax for your holiday pleasure 
Oh shit, here comes the cat 
Recommended for: 
Driving into a nuclear blizzard 
Slo-mo airport human hunting 
Staring at the ceiling(s) 
Living through today and what comes next 
Healing pod time-kill 
Cloud lifting 
For fans of 
Zanov 
Syrinx 
Bruce Haack 
Bleeps bloops 
& Neo-maxi zoom dweebies 
Better luck next year Earth! 
 
Love, 
 
OSEES