Not Your Moon

Found in our depths
Our spaceships collapse
(No motor oil in outer space)
Can't breathe can't spit
Tell ourselves to cool it
You're too hot inside
Set sheets ablaze
Our flags heat us for days
Too much so soon
And it's not your moon

Heart of Progress

Our sherpa guide he wanders
Into the heart of progress
Machines for clones or soft serve
Milked cows long gone and butchered
Ler go, your mines are shaky
Dust rise and run for safety
You are the best we've got yet
Your eyes match the living room set
Talk a lot and I apologize
Over dinners of pasta bowties
Get some while you've still got it
Feet grow and shoes just won't fit
You like when things are alright
My eyes dry out in the sunlight

Greeted

I'm going to tie your laces like a flutterfly in the heart of July
And when we're done I'll have something to scrape off the soles of my shoes
From horizontal walking through the gates of some fine cities.

And we'll be greeted as liberators.