all you need in life is bread, grapes, wine, a wedge of Swiss cheese, a fork, a spoon, a man in high boots looking through a hand-held telescope, a man in a flying contraption who tries to steal the telescope.
When it showers the frog shall deign
to regale the world about his reign,
“The future lies in hydrogen, you see:
the age of airships! Science! Industry!
Billy Joe Shaver shot me twice.
Johnny Cash shot me once, but I’m pretty sure it was an accident.
two roads diverged
yet both lead
to the future
I sat between the two
among piles
of yellow leaves
and waited for
the city to infiltrate
the country
centuries later