you’ll find a chocolate bar that will flee at your approach
If you run as fast as an aspirin bottle
you’ll wind up way behind the chocolate
that knocks the countryside upside-down
the same way a holey shoe does so
one you’d throw a traveling cloak over
so passersby wouldn’t be frightened by this spectacle of nakedness
which makes the teeth of face-powder canisters chatter
and makes leaves fall from trees like factory chimneys
And the train passes without making a stop at a small station
because it’s neither hungry nor thirsty
because it’s crying and doesn’t have an umbrella
because the cows haven’t come home
because it’s not sure of the route and it’s not very fond of
meeting up with drunks or cops or robbers
But if larks form a line at kitchen doors
to get roasted
if water refuses to dilute the wine
and if I have five bucks
There would be something new under the sun
there would be loaves on castors that would batter down the police barracks
there would be nurseries in beards where sparrows would raise silkworms
there would be in the hollow of my hand
a cold little Chinese lantern
gold as an egg on a plate
and so light that the soles of my shoes would fly away like a fake nose
so that the bottom of the sea would be a telephone booth
from which nobody ever gets a call