the kids in the street chant
‘where you bin today
Sidereal Joe Sidereal Joe?
where you bin today Sidereal Joe?’
OK, I admit it, I was drifting,
I slide clear off the edge of time
into that kinda mushy stuff,
what is it they call it? Sidereal space,
something like that, I wasn’t sure,
I woke up once and I wasn’t here,
I was in a place where the stars
are coins tossed by a madman,
on a beach that goes on forever
beneath a sky with sixteen moons
that honk out a beat on the air,
as if traveling to one moon ain’t enough
you think I’m romancing, I can tell,
I can tell by that leery expression,
Oh yeah, old Sidereal Joe
flipping a loop again,
but yes, I admit it,
I was only drifting,
happens all the time…
and the kids in the street chant
‘where you bin today
Sidereal Joe Sidereal Joe?
where you bin today Sidereal Joe?’
Andrew Darlington
Art Rupert Loydell