It's clear enough for a
Meteor shower,
cosmic falling flower,
superior astral power
if one hit you would you go ow or
would you explode in a blast of celestial light?

Orion's belt buckle
dropped off to the ground
with the tiniest sound
ever so shiny and round
It's hidden, obscured and unfound
By Orion, whose belt no longer holds up his pants.

Look and see the Milky Way
exhaust from astral cars
smoke from a thousand cigars
pornographic remnants of stars
the blood from deified martyr's scars
that think the stars aren't decorous enough for heaven.

Look and see Orion; it's clear enough.