You can buy a rocket to commenerate
The commencement of a race to hear
The moons first words.
Regional hand gestures seen from space
A empty street of the window dressed
Control launch buttons.
two hearts drummers beats
of late night switch Glass radio
viewing platforms from a hearth
of a valve operation Who Trained the surgeon
rescued from a Swedish Drama
With fears of steam rooms and drowning.
The engine roars seem tearful exhaustive
Twin sided board and Leather caps
Resting days from incessant sectoring bells
Cutting strings and unbinding flamenco.
Go launch team international fears
Of a picturesque questioning villagers
to the pier With plans to build
Replica model rockets.
Distracted by a missing son
On which witches road
And will the strange mice lead us too
Simmering tea and the toy shop stop.