Step right up! see the lunar craters and plains,
quarter! See the mountains of the moon
it’s best right at the sunrise
yes, it seems backwards, because of the optics
the cloud belts of
Jupiter, and its four
estrellitas a la derecha son
large moons, discovered by
Galileo in 1610
the dark spot is Io’s shadow;
that’s Europa to the
look straight into the glass dot,
into the center, slowly
Saturn’s rings, tiny but perfect
don’t shake the tube,
lose it, the crescent Venus,
No one turned away who can’t pay.
you a pervert? Do you do parties?
Whose window are you looking through,
Can you read my horoscope? I’m really twisted tonight.
Must be the
North Star—ain’t no such thing as Jupiter!
I bet the image is taped to your
like a cell membrane…or maybe an eye
or something off of a Cap’n
Freaky…like frog’s eggs…you might as well beg.
Can you see
meteorites crossing the moon?
Where’s the Man? Can you see the flag!
like a golf ball. There’s Russians up there.
Strange…wicked…I see the Giants
Do you see any blacks or Puerto Ricans up there?
looks like a
snowflake…frost in a windowpane
a cookie…a crystal… concrete…or cocaine
golf ball…a sugar cube…a plaster cast
Is it smiling or sad tonight?
ice…a germ…a bad case of acne.
Get out the forks and crackers!
sort of cheese is it, anyway?
They said in the
that they found
a World War II
bomber in a crater up there.
I used to have a telescope in my
saw someone doing this uptown yesterday
once read Heinlein’s
novel about farming Ganymede
saw Halley’s Bummer—just a little
designed a new life-form, a colloid named Sven
like a cutout, a
going to the South Pole, to study the sun
seen the spaceship
behind the comet?
or maybe the CBS logo— it doesn’t look real
stole a copy
from a library the other day—
Nobody’s done this since
and how do you know it’s Jupiter, anyway?