I am a cyborg zombie tiger from the future. I have a wizard beard with platinum thread braided into it. I am playing a guitar solo in a solid gold space rocket with Chuck Norris as captain and Harrison Ford as copilot. The interior is made of chocolate and shark skin. Everyone else in the rocket is a Wookie with a jetpack and an assault rifle...
“Years go by and hearts start to harden
Those palms and firs that grew in your garden
Are falling down and nearing the rose beds
The roots are shooting up through the tool shed
Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went
Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement”—