the trenchant lad & the mechanical men

the trenchant lad

and the mechanical men

 

the pinochle uncles

seethers in the anesthesia region

 

mustard stairway

mrs. snakesflavor

 

the trenchant lad in ancient lands

the licentious women of the sung dynasty

 

the moonshake women, nacreously ventilated

wild cows, grazing the cracked streets of fallen rome

 

it's satellite weather out there

the uncles gather in satellite weather

 

...

 

a man walks on the moon

my mother knew at Purdue

 

I am named for him

I was to walk on something

some celestial body or other

I walk on unknown moons of mind

I plant my flag on a million obscure maria

they will only remember my namesake

 

unknown mama on the moon

runs the dust of Neil's footprints through her hands, reflectively

wipes them on her jeans as she gazes back at earth

she can see Indiana from here

all those ghosts, walking on the moon, lend it that pearly white sheen

the phases: mass migrations

 

...

 

this view of the earth, from whitespace

mama immaterial

 

on the numinous loom

of a summer night

 

heart attack beating

hull down on the moon

 

to shatter the summer night

on such materials!

 

the ghosts gaze up at Orion

and make their observances to old Orion

the ghosts make their obesiances to Neil Orion

and watch the old lander come summering down

 

while way down on the summer lawn

the fireflies commence

 

it's satellite weather out there

the uncles gather in satellite weather

the mechanical men

and the trenchant lad