Absent Farmer
I was walking I had 3 names
A fellow be-watcher
Parked his autocrust
Great sand marks appeared
Along the curb
And I was standing beneath
A billboard and a coke machine
This would be our finest hour

All along the highway the empty mines
Trashing up like memory
With tall signs out in the thicket
And wayward

Once from a root
It seemed the possible
A quick wind a simple barter
And we were the machines
Homesick bugle boy
And it passed the foxes by
This took 3 hours
By which time we had
Dislodged the entire end
Once on back with use
This being a slow glade
He proceeded to need to explain
That we were in the shiny part
Now he had many plans
But he told lies
This was a controversy
A lesson in social rummy
I was ready to walk on through
But the head was on fire
You are the one
You walk in with the wolves
And soon you're transvesting the pace
There's a blockade
In this man's language
The trees bend
And he's denying the entrance
He throws a tray of ice
Down on the sand pit
Like dick tracy I forgot my lipstick
But I held my mitten next to me

Go on to the station then
And you will find a train
Take the road by the lake
There you can assemble your fate

I had a motor then
I went down to the water with it
Big black-backed gulls
Swept up the heat
It was almost night