A greyed-out suit from a Costco,sea-foam Reeboks looking up at the news,unidentified birds close their eyes in the raftersto keep the psycho-killer music out of their ears.
Neil deGrasse Tyson, don’t blow my mind too quickly;interstellar working class shouts, “Are you with me?”Asking rhetorically, shut down the lorries,Dr. House on the picket line: macabre, Edward Gorey.
Hey, is this the undisclosed location?“Yeah, I’ll give the tour of the rest of the mountain later.There’s a deep-space telescope, cold lasers,a retina alteration lab, etc.”
Kokomo nuke blast, last Faygo in Parisas the Nazis took off their uniforms: “You wear this.”Hawaiian telephone poles, now thin vapor,my surfboard’s cracker crumbs, iron filing from a razor.