Tuesday, September 23, 2008

suburban farmer

i can
paint it.
i can
clean it.
i can
mow it.
i was born
in the suburbs,
i was raised
in the suburbs,
i was harvested
in the suburbs.
now i farm the suburbs
for cash.
now i wake up the morning
with the sun.
some world this turned
out to be; anything
happens in twos:
your dream,
this world.

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