OBJECT PLANETARIUM
they were told wine was good for them
fantasies and activities
their passion for learning naïve and honorable
the edge of the bell curve
the bad cut of their jeans
try not to scream
taste for muscle
do you care?
encumber the edges of the sky
stay awake
a country of blondes
the spell of Uranus and Neptune
forever plastered
overly fond of brown
what anguish must be theirs!
the drill: stay high-minded
the unfulfilled urban space
not solitude but isolation
the trash that passes for art
a people without balconies
bed, let alone the house
your solar house, though
fascinated by lust
which probably has you thinking
court over everything
desperate to strut
to scurry away
sell out
the more deeply it points
the admiration for death
liable to poke back
no one remains a foreigner
sun-moon-Mars
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Alas, no matter
no impossible names
you need
the eyebrows of elegant racists
breaking a taboo or two, well,
they are the moon
living two lives
crazy-making
playing dead
