Palm trees grew in Antarctica.
they were there before
the penguins and the ice,
and there are sea shells
in the mountains of the Himalaya.
the world was upside down before
so I'd like to suggest that we
turn it right side up.
Let's make barbed wire spun from candy
brittle and sweet, a snack for soldiers
dressed in negligees
waving their cocks instead of guns.
They should take their tensions
to the bedroom,
reverse what seems to be the case:
horny boys and girls
-mostly boys-
trading bombs and bullets.
Maybe they should fuck,
trade some juice, feel some skin,
and leave the rest of us alone.
We could settle our conflicts with gifts.
Potlatch was the tradition
of the peoples of the Northwest,
but what did they know
'cause they had no cash,
no stash of capital
or leveraged buyouts.
Let's grow some forests
take the toxic filth out of the rivers,
raise rhinoceros and buffalo,
turn our dogs back into wolves.
look at stars overhead
instead of in the movies,
ignore celebrity and wealth.
Put our cars up on cinder blocks
make them into flowerbeds
full of jasmine and honeysuckle
tomatoes; squash.
-well that'll probably happen anyway.
Remember the old fighter jets
planted in playgrounds
for children to climb on?
that was a good idea, lets do it again
-with all of them.
And fences, tear 'em down,
every last stick.
Restore the commons,
it wouldn't be a tragedy
and think of all the nice
distressed furniture we could make.
We'd have to give up the thousand dollar fakes,
but I think we'd manage that ok.
Prohibitions, regulations,
policies, orders;
dump those too.
Let's have promises
and celebrations
like:
I promise to respect you
or how can I help?
Would you like to dance with me?
Lets have a drink,
here, have some of mine.
Don't mind if I do
and I do and I do
want to be a delirious capering fool,
laughing and naked
on hot moonless nights
swimming in cool lakes
when the parking lots
have all disappeared,
because if we're going to be
at each others throats,
I want a nibble not a bite.
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