enough of us dream of
vast fields of tomato plants on
the roofs of all manner of
houses high above the cities
& their wet dreams of
eternal growth, eternal
carrots, parrots mimicking
parents telling their children
not to dream of more than
they, the parents, can
imagine chewing between
work & sleep & work. crisis?
when crisis? i tell you i'm
not in the least shocked. not
in the very least. who crisis?