Before I killed the aphid, what was it
like? On the fruit for tomorrow, the germ.
The idea of the eight billion out there.
My ring tells you where I am, Mr. Moon.
And the cause of— cause of the surrogate.
If I must bring them to their desire,
it’s a living I can do anywhere.
It’s like blowing up and twisting balloons.
A fool likes to make people happy. If
I say fool it’s in quotes. Herman, Herman.
Undomestic though doglike stratosphere.
Where has that guy gone? Oh, cute.
did I mention we have to move again?/
              I mean
We have to move again. Ain’t that something?
Wikipedia claims the Grapes of Wrath
is an American realist work.
Cooperation delivers them. I
mean the winepress is something to avoid.
Better to read these things than to live them.
I believe like me you haven’t been born
lately. Like a slow mammoth both of us
together going over the landscape.
Until we lay down     the earth entering
Soon,    soon...