My Two-Buck Chucks

Under the blinking stars
that strangle our windowsill,
we lie supine on the bed
in the dim yellow light

we look up youtube videos --
of laughing babies,
and cats playing piano.

we listen to music --
Damien Rice, The Smiths,
and Cat Power.

we talk of interpretation --
musing over words
we don't understand.

supine on the bed
in the dim yellow light,
we question the meaning
of my two-buck chucks.

i have a strange inclination
that this could be
the very utopia
of Mr. Aldous Hux.