Test Music for Outer Space
rubber
wizard
tong
demerit
chief eagle
chief outliner chief
lucky astronaut
lucky caller
smear-cap at the night
on the stand, everybody lied
it came back, it bled
the image was a passenger
whiter than us all
they said no one would believe it
we needed to debate this
“rich dichotomy”
I heard them
“dot dot dot dot” (& confess the)
“list list list list”
Leonardo, you made it all up
2. dampened
Tonight I feel like one million eggs in the psych ward.
Very come on. Very my backless gown and my hairy
legs. So let’s polish the body. Let’s baste the turkey.
You and I have one hundred dollars and a fair die.
So let’s spend it here. We won’t be glowering at a lake
forty years from now and blaming each other. We will
know where to get gunned. And if the garbage chute
is the truer meaning (after all) I think it is amazing.
O baby, gut the house and get back to me.
3. “A very private matter, sir”
Have we concluded?
How so?
You and I were old enough to hold weapons.
We are.
These gleaming tips.
This rugged exercise.
I could say,
we’ve got to tilt the ballet, Dorothy,
make a chair out of our fingers
and draw them fangs, a cloak over their buttons.
But they don’t want us to fix it.