I cannot be certain of any event or any place,

only of my solitutude. Tell me what the stars

are saying about me. Does Saturn have

eyes like onions which weep all the time?

Has Mercury chicken feathers on his heals,

and does Mars wear a gas mask? Gemini,

the evolved twins, do they evolve all the time,

turning on a spit, Gemini a’ la broche?

I remember the cold on Jupiter freezing

ammonia and out of ammonia crystals came

the angels. Bands of ammonia and

methance encircling Uranus.I remember the

tornados of inflammable methane on Saturn.

I remember on Mars a vegitation like the

tussock grasses of Peru and Patagonia,

an ochrous red, a rusty ore vegitation,

mosses and lichens.

Iron bearing red clays and red sandstone.

Light there had a sound

and sunlight was an orchestra.