When I woke up today, the air was very strange.
I couldn’t feel my skin, and there was evil in my bones.
I tried to speak but found that I didn’t have a voice.
It was a prison like the one you would find in the Twilight Zone.
And I feel just like Sigourney Weaver
When she had to kill those aliens.
And one guy tried to get them back to the Earth.
And she couldn’t believe her ears.
So I was taken or I went towards what was west–
To where the ground was dead–and struck out at the giant sky.
The sky was black and filled with tiny silver holes,
And it was there, with a frightened voice, that I began to cry out loud.
I feel just like Winona Ryder
In that movie about vampires.
And she couldn’t get that accent right;
Neither could that other guy.
And I feel just like I am on Jupiter–
The one that looks like rainbow sherbet–
But it doesn’t lend itself to life.
And I haven’t finished yet.