sitting on a curb in front of the 7 eleven eating a
big yellow banana with you thinking how you &
me we could drive out east somewhere go water
skiing skinnydipping or even watermelon picking
hey this used to be farm country it's not anymore
but if we had a farm we could raise watermelons
of course actual dust makes me sneeze i don't
like pesticides & don't have a particularly green
thumb besides if i did try to grow a watermelon
it'd be brown spotty & way too lonely whereas
pumpkins now that's another story -- pumpkins
do not need human interference they do all their
pumpkin work alone -- i mean you & me could
sit on the porch & watch those babies grow fat
& sassy -- just sit there in rocking chairs whittling
& whistling & drinking corn whiskey -- then when
october came you could drive kids into the field in
a big damn tractor they'd pick pumpkins all day --
bring em to the register i'd ring em up they‘d carry
carloads of pumpkins home to the suburbs & carve
them & put them on porches throw the seeds into
the composter -- maybe their moms would roast em
-- when halloween came you & me could dress in
costume just like the kids & go trick or treating visit
our little pumpkins in the suburbs -- nobody would be
the wiser -- we'd be the secret angels of halloween
-- we'd make sure no teenagers smash our pumpkins
on the highway like james dean -- they'd just sit there
on porches all night with their toothless grins & their
brains yanked out -- with candles burning in their jolly
underwear -- that's the life for you & me protectors of
the weak the stupid the innocent the lame -- yes that
would be enough for us -- -- & besides that no more
little kids pushed into bushes