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.

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