On Planet X – David Garland and John Zorn

There»™s a room with a window,

and there»™s glass in its frame.

When it»™s clean, I can see that

far away it»™s not the same.

Some of the probes launched into space

are sending back pictures of neighboring planets.

The list of landscapes grows and grows and grows and grows.

There»™s a world based on ammonia,

shrouded in an acrid cloud.

As for me, I»™m based on carbon»”

just another face in the crowd.

On Planet X the rock formations

look like cathedrals gone awry.

On Planet Q flying saucers

are the passé way to fly.

Meanwhile, my apartment»™s tiny,

and the bus is often late.

I»™ll be stuck here for a light-year

if I keep on at this rate.

Planet X holds my heart in its cusp in the dark.

The list of landscapes grows and grows and grows and grows.