Radio Astronomy

There isn't enough room in Jansky's sky-sizedbag of tricks for this one. Beneath the night'sstepped-on hem: wide-eyed children camp outfor the first time, thin sheen of polythene betweenthem, the outlined lions & the squint-eyed bears.Between Jansky's tent & this one, the machineryin our ears is a curb feeler vibrating at a stop light.Or it would be if the tent was in a manicuredbackyard instead of the dining room of a Section-8duplex. The neighbors here don't fight, theycarouse in front of a projection-screen TV: Combator Venture played between pixilated lines of cocainethat always need a taste test before getting cutfor sale. The neighbors sound like Jansky rotatinghis antennae in search of something melodious.They sound like a sun zipping the curtains. Nextdoor, the fishscale on the coffee table lookslike a fish ear: Pisces reclining like so & so inthe glow of Atari's low-budget palate. Listen:her cigarette is about to burn into her hair like the shagrug beneath a party. Listen: we have to get out of here.