Flight of the Cosmic Tractor

A landscape soaked in rain
Squishy sponges of turf
Cuff soaky weeds
Shirt clingy pelty sheets
And the shapes in the clouds all have jaws
Or angry eyes

Men and their work
Take cover in barns and bars
Women caught off guard must choose
Cover them with a sheet of modesty
Fly them with the dignity and abandon
Or even pride

Hoofstock graze as ever
Ravens steal the grain
Only the two legged ones
Hide from the miracle
Life falling from the sky
Except me

I rumble and chug
Kiss the tops of the clouds
Masturbate in the sun
A good book about bad folks and songs about the weird
I steer a little left and dip
This is no John Deere

Electric metallic sky blue
Fade into plum purple
Raceboat fleck
Velvet seat with fringe trim
Flittering in the wind and tangling
Supersonic options and boom, boom, boom
My tractor is so pimp