Space Cow

Beneath the
Sagging crown points
Of my jester cap
And sitting astride
A polka dotted
Bovine steed
We blast
Across the galaxy
Leaving comet tails
Of emerald tracer

Fingering cosmic melodies
On a primeval mandolin
Anesthetizing
The rainbow crowd
Of intermingling
Constellations
Space cow and I
Hit every deep space joint
The expanding universe
Dares reveal

The hookah octopus
Clouds galaxies
In milky osmosis
Freeing our wanderings
From any destination
So ready your flaxen maids
Because we are coming
To bull our way
Through the worm hole
Of planet you