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 