Pluto from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

PLUTO

I was the stardust; you were the moon. And I turned into Jupiter. Put on perfume. And you, it got your back up. You said you were more important. And could you be promoted to Pluto or Neptune? And I said I don’t think Pluto is even a planet. I think NASA told us so not long back. But go ahead and be Pluto. I can call it you if that’s what you want. But I’ll remain what I am. Silver rain that falls in the countryside when I am out of data and there’s nothing and nobody on my back. And I can walk with the sun behind a cloud and know that I am going to be alright even though can’t track me my flight, my heartbeat, my vital signs, and my steps, they will not know. Let it go. Don’t you feel what I feel? Come home with me. Won’t you come home with me?

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow