Slinky

Eleven

Subatomic stars are fickle

In the dumptruck of creation 
Always flying out in pairs 
To the other end of Paris 
There's no time to send a message 
There's no space to cross an ocean 
But they're spinning like true brothers 
Always hip on all the others 
Mr. Aspect hide the papers 
In a crashing speedy tunnel
Ghostly pop of transformation 
Catch the light in it's mutation 
Sly,Slinky,Sly Slide to the other side 
Living hidden inside slinky
From the egg to crocostimpy 
Turn my head the chair collapses 
Into alternating lapses 
From the future waves are coming 
Get your senses in the running
One decision and it's over 
All the others head for Dover