Ground Control to Major Tom
In an age
And have no more need for truck stops or bookstores
Certain prophets arrive on a warm fluke
Like that in Houston.
Foreshadows a new ice age, an age that demands
And advise a return to tin cans tethered by string.
The window, and not the thumb
Galaxies in eight inches by twelve
A solid image of nature, like a little black dress
Of Lone Star Beer cooling in the refrigerator,