My Outer Sphere

(February 6, 2012, Monday, 7.25 PM - 7.42 PM, slumbering on bus going home from work.)

Now, forget Chris Barber
We´re tryin´ so much harder
Now, forget Chris Barber
We´re tryin´ so much harder

Be-bop Chimes
With the Saran Wrap
Be-bop Chimes
With the Saran Wrap

Get out of that chair
get across that gap
Single devotees
a great mishap
...

Toby!
Toby won´t you walk me slowly
we watch the ages of the holy
We need assurance from the lonely
...

The Saran Wrap
up beyond the gap
The Saran Wrap
knows where bitches slap

Slap, slap
lollipop
with young white men
in Corduroy
hip and hop
up to the top
with the winter clothes
on our lonely boy
...

Now, Saran Wrap
why give me a call?
Saran, why did you
care at all?

glimpses of Rita
and the Chris Barber glimpse
Glances on dances
and those wimps
and those pimps

Lady Lorney, hey
you gave me a call
Lady Lorney, you
know I´m six foot tall

If Chris Barber collides
with my outer sphere
you can bless me and carry me
out of here


(Comments: You can´t go to the supermarket in Sweden and buy Saran Wrap. Instead you ask for GladPack.
Probably you should write ”bebop” instead of ”be-bop”, but this poem demands ”be-bop”.)
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