He have been forced to be happy
with the loveliest robot deer in the whole world
and now he am condemned to stay on this planet
with all him pathetic lifetimes
walking arm-in-arm right behind him,
in a long row.

She too have been forced to be happy
by brutal music from the necks
of those who surround her, him with each arm
extended toward a grove of grey tea.
They're the lovemakings; the tender
nesses floating just above cool grass in a blue fire,
accidental.

You have a neighbor in your teeth
and a hard life coming out of your skull.
The oil that once covered your body
has become the skin of a hairless cat.
The sky's colors are no longer
distributed properly. But your dinner is huge,
and the favors you do for your fat lover
help her sleep comfortably
through the end of her life.

The raccoons who came last week
to take your garbage into the rainy gutters
are back again, with a fresh prize in their teeth;
they carry your neighbor's ears and fingers,
they are protected by androids
whose machinery is made of sunlight.

Yesterday you gave birth to several children;
now every one of them is living on the sidewalk!
right in front of your house. Two are experiencing!
similar nervous breakdowns; the others, who seem!
to be mushed together and perhaps numberless,
are struggling toward the curb in order!
to smash their teeth on it.!

And the noises they make when doing so!
make the water flowing out of the sink's faucet!
wobble on its way toward my hands,
and the rust color it had has been replaced by silver,
and the dishes I am about to wash!
look like something I will never actually touch;
though that is not a possible appearance, and never will be!

Those children are making the linoleum crack;
they are making yesterday's rusty water!
leak out of my eyes, and the sky is heavy and low!
like a dome cage covered with vines!
that surrounds the neighborhood.!