This poem is not what you think it is.
I cannot make a joke about itBut I can laugh with others about itAs laughter is…
They drank the Atlanticthose gods and their daughtersSpat out its mountainsbanging their steinson the ocean floorcalling for…
Purple flowers paint the fieldsWeeping willows breathe,Little stems of grass…
Shift mental statesIn the grave new world,Strange thoughts arising,Knotweed suffocating…