Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Walk into the Big Lake and It Will Shrink Just for You

Sang Sequoia, impromptu.
Kill every New Jersey deer,
Then try to find a dead deer,

And you're not going to find one.
That's the probability
Even mass extinctions

Leave us with, excavating
A layer of dinosaurs
In suburban Pine Barrens.

Whatever tends to happen
Tends to be erased for good.
Recycle nothing, I say.

The lake is so deep below
Our worries about the rules.
Sing. Vanish. Silt. It will fit.

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