I'll not be covert
and, thus, your capital. Take your pill: Today
is my cedar
disposition. Only halfway there, neither up
nor down. In our neighbors' fields, snap
peas sweat and slumber, fattening
on gingered sky. Yet I stride sardonic
as acetate, badgers heating
each shoulder. Is this is how Nature reveals
herself to Science
by clawing apart her puffy Oxford,
disclosing breasts that seem,
to him, like grenades? You tell me
there are pipelines
which transport the insoluble
by submerging it
in water. Please to please, turn on
the tap.
|