natural history June 29

believe me butterfly
this thing is definitely electric.
we’ve got the sky strung with disasters,
we are beginning to dream of melancholy,
we are beginning to talk of drinking beer over e-mail?
why are we not slightly disturbed and roaming around
sour with words spoken but not felt…
picking fruit from archeological farms
whatever we do, contributes to the way things are,
isn’t that bad enough?

being happy enough to stroll past traffic jams, parking-lots
and returning each evening to the fort we’ve held for a long time,
going nowhere, getting nowhere.

asking significant questions at lunch-time,
figuring out the holes in the balloons before we blow them up.