I can seer the babooms calling
high in the canopy of lift.
‘Babooms? you mean gaboons,
man, those other they live low
unlike our mated sopranos.’
I am switching
through the unmarked channels,
searching for radio terrestrials
or the likeness
of the Big Baboom.
As above so below, runs
the motto
of the Primate Scream Show.