Idealist blues

Farming is hard
and water is cold
new england is cold
and melons, awful melons
the melons are cold

the philosophically non-exploitative melons. The militant melons.

we demand individualism of each other
and rosy cheeks
and it's so cold
water is cold
new england is cold
and melons, the melons, the melons

And so for seven months, and so for one hundred seventy years
and so for seven months and one hundred seventy years I've been thinking about
how nice it would be
if we could all just live together

in a new house with holes
with all of us in it
the corner a dead end; a fork
an overpass of gentle vines

To the right: an ocean of burning rafts
To the left: gas station and great snacks