The Cherry-Blossom Proof
The Milky Way is shrinking,
So the cherry blossoms are growing
Larger. You send me longish letters.
Therefore, God exists.
In the Other Pocket Dust
Sisyphus had a bad back.
Why? Well, I get up in the morning
And my wife wants me to carry
A big blue bag of garbage
To my son now
Sleeping in a studio in N.Y. Five flights he will not carry.
Oh I say I'm not supposed to carry
More than five pounds of garbage
And she crosses the border with it
There was a dead body like little Pedro rolled down the
Hill by Bunuel and not the long kiss
Of L'age d'or but the dog and dog-dream
In Los Olivados. How do you abandon dirt?
The blue bag also rolls down by itself, full of Pedro
Something little Pedro always wanted to do
It's a cold day. Man is garbage.
Sisyphus has a bad back.
What is music
We wander through the park until we reach green dirty
You buy earrings
You lean you hair over our son
and kiss him until he cries