Search the skies People of the morning Thus consumed by their work-a-day Do run about here and there They stagger in the evening liquids – They do not see her Teach them Sister Like you taught me aboard the mothership How to pronounce the dark secret Slicing my tongue – Under my skin Wild blue bombs away – Burn my books with love Wild blue bombs away Over mother earth Tear the last words from the page Burn my books with love On and on this continued Crushing spring and bruising summer She grew dirty red blossoms for him and made a cracked gla** bouquet He did not see them So she took matters into her own hands And brought him aboard the mothership Threw her lacy tendrils over him Until he let it all go Wild blue bombs away – Burn my books with love Wild blue bombs away Over mother earth Tear the last words from the page Burn my books with love Search the skies