I never know what fruits these arms will bear.

My feet carry me singing through the brightly lit streets

And sometimes safes fall on my head, sometimes the rain. Once the phone rang

Like a bird singing in a garden where all the fruit had been eaten.

There are things I have felt under the hood of an auto

That will make use of buttons and rationale

To put the flooded earth back together again by nine o’clock

Before the water creeps up between my toes

And who knows if the new aeroplanes I’m dreaming up

Will find themselves shot cleanly into the sun

Or a mysterious malfunction will empty their fuel tanks?

O bank men! O unemployment checks! Time gobbles up my life

And the shifty-eyed loan shark drunk at the end of the bar

Puts an interested quarter in the juke box and leans over to whisper his rank lies into my ear.