Planet Claire

Why should I feel lonely? Is not our planet in the Milky Way?” - Thoreau

with a clicker for a brain

hardly what you'd call a plain jane

along with the vision of a dirty window pane

claiming an interplanetary reign

feigning to be sane

limping and lame without a sugar cane

the missing link in a groovy, gyrating chain

double-wrapped in existential cellophane

having much to gain

exceedingly vain

crooning an out-of-this-world, new wave strain

she being love's thorny rose and troubling bane

me, in white shoes, her fascinated, blinded swain

memories of her visit now nothing more than a stubborn stain

lost in the throws of hypnotizing bongos

and sheer, torn pantyhose

not to mention having eleven toes

and the coolest-ever looking clothes

along with everything that clairvoyance claims it knows

going where an axis of rotation goes

highly skilled in the art of being a brown-nose

hardly one to oppose

her curtain rose for numerous shows

people fighting for tickets to be in the first few rows

dancing and forgetting their woes

choosing rhythm's poetry over gravity's prose

quivers of penetrating arrows shot from electric bows

hitting all the highs as well as the lows

traveling on the wings of a prayer

above the clouds in extraterrestrial air

hailing from a different lair

a cosmic soothsayer

with weird, big hair

and a complexion so fair

along with an impenetrable, unshakeable stare

not one to be accused of being a square

not fond of long lines, she cut in front of others and rarely wore underwear

a song being all she'd ever share

impromptu and never able to prepare

she came from planet claire

not bothering to pay the fare

what's worse, she didn't even seem to care

but she sure knew how to dance and what to wear

her music, she did blare

trust me, i was there

i double-dare, pinky-promise and hand-on-bible swear

Author's Note

“If there is nothing new on the earth, still the traveler always has a resource in the skies. They are constantly turning a new page to view. The wind sets the types on this blue ground, and the inquiring may always read a new truth there.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

Great song, and an equally good write Pete..

[Pete]

they surely had a unique, new wave sound. merry christmas andrew ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

Merry Xmas Pete.😀