I've decided to write poems about the vegetables in my garden. Here is the first!
Eating Vegetables with the Ramones
Cucumbers pile up
beside scarred peppers
their hairs peering
through swollen pores
dangling tufts
at each end
like that punk style
we tried on
in a New York
Bowery salon
beside the
refrigerator
garden.
Seeds in sand hills
creep
in long rows.
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