When I  read Kat’s prompt, the opening of the Elton John song, “Rocket Man,” instantly came to mind:

She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, nine A. M.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then

Perhaps because I just saw the fabulous movie, Rocket Man. Definitely one to be viewed in a movie theatre. The joy of the full screen; and in this case, excellent sound; everyone bopping along to the well-loved songs: a lived, not streamed, experience.

My twittering tales muse, Edgar, channeled several stories. Notice a theme? (Kat: for the round-up don’t feel you have to use all three!)

|with the fishes|

Bumping the dead-weight trunk down the stairs, he thinks.
“Doh, was I ever stoopid! After the next assignment, I’ll use a burner phone to call 1-800-got-junk!”* 140

*1-800-got-junk is real company. Motto: “All you have to do is point.”

|travel just ain’t what it used to be|

Super-sized cruise ships provided a wonderful nightly buffet of necks. With no coffins allowed in staterooms, Dracula suffered the indignity of spending his days inside a trunk. (179)

|being neighbourly|

His back strains moving her trunk.
“Heavy crafting materials,” he thinks.
Not origami paper; but his body neatly folded inside.
In death, as in life, he remains very helpful. (179)

“contain”ments scribed for Kat’s Twittering Tale 154.

Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com

And, of course:

Rocket Man

 

Rocket Man

She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high
As a kite by then

I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin’ out his fuse
Up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them
If you did

And all this science
I don’t understand
It’s just my job
Five days a week
A Rocket Man
Rocket Man

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin’ out his fuse
Up here alone

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time

Long, long, time
Long, long, time

Ah, no, no, no…
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no…

Songwriters: Elton John, Bernie Taupin

© Universal Music Publishing Group