what do you do when you can’t think outside the box?
do you set up a b&b inside and serve yrself breakfasts
of cold bacon strips and crumbly hash browns
all day?
do you dig invisible tunnels
into the center of the earth
where box or no box
people melt
like arby’s cheese
into something nondescript
something neither cheese nor not-cheese?
put up a periscope
into the nether world
where tristan fucks isolde off
gorges himself on pastry and chicks in a great banquet
at bayreuth
wagner M.I.A.
everything’s M.I.A. these days
the possibility of you and me
growing a vegetable garden
in a nuclear universe
i want to grow carrot cakes!
i will eat them with you all day!
and throw them on yr face
and you mash them on mine
when we’re bored
with the green
apocalyptic sun
i will read blake to you
and you will read him back to me
and by the end of the day
we will speak exclusively
in visionary tyger-ish verse
of life in the slow lane
the cars on our right
mere shadows
speeding by.
Divagyrations 