“Widowmaker,” make my transcendental delight
Pirouette away into X strings of light
Somethin’ about grade school did elude you
Musta cruised right through you; and now, boo
All y’er fears have become cocooned
Inside a caterpillar conquered

Float like a widow
Ya sting like a bee, don’t you?
Oh, you float like ya little
Too scared to be free, don’t you?
Float into me
Oh, gentle monarch
Flood into trees

There, a song, inside the flutterflies true
Spindlin’ the spindles that mire, the looms you weave blue
Somethin’ ’bout grad school does truly elude you
Musta shroomed right through you; and wow, foo’
All y’er retirements have been darkened
Inside an eternal orange hexagonal carpet

Float like a widow
Ya sting like a bee, don’t you?
Oh, you float like ya little
Too “you” to be free, won’t you?
Float into me
Oh, gentle monarch
Float into skis
Ski me down your alpine valleys
Fly me into the stars like Sally
I’m the Moon, I’m your groom
The bells of Harvard, oh, they’re clappin’
For Christ’s Return—no, they can’t stop yappin’
I’m too soon
Fuck it
I’m the Moon

Float like a widow
Ya sting like a bee, don’t you?
(Oh ya sting like a bee, don’t you?)
You float so little
Like you feel too much true to be free
(Oh ya scared of dyin’ alone and poor, ancient)
Float into me
Oh, gentle monarchs
Flood into trees

Flood into these
Institutional barriers
Like you’re butter
(Fuck it, I’m the Moon)
Fly