Is There Life on Venus?
Somebody’s rounded biscuit-colored girl
Waits affably in that amazing car —
Which shines with emblems and whose one small dent
On the almost esculent envelope
Is evidence perhaps of asteroid.
Waits affably in that amazing car —
Which shines with emblems and whose one small dent
On the almost esculent envelope
Is evidence perhaps of asteroid.
Enclosed by tinted glass and stroked with music,
Functional disorder a fret unknown,
She smokes, skims through expensive magazines
(Too dear alas for us), switches adroitly
Her disposition of desirable legs.
Functional disorder a fret unknown,
She smokes, skims through expensive magazines
(Too dear alas for us), switches adroitly
Her disposition of desirable legs.
Existing, you see. on a plane completely other —
Even her vowels are slightly beyond our reach —
Like a subversive ideogram, she sits
Poised in this would-be interplanetary machine,
Awaiting her lover (from whom may Heaven defend us).
Even her vowels are slightly beyond our reach —
Like a subversive ideogram, she sits
Poised in this would-be interplanetary machine,
Awaiting her lover (from whom may Heaven defend us).