What will they build? A park?
Field trips and furtive sex.
Shelley ran amok. He chased a lark.
Universities urge the young to vote.
The sustainable grins in a Black Lives Matter lab coat.
Hitler killed millions of Russians
and America was attacked by Japan
in the same year.
Churchill and Roosevelt said we had nothing to fear.
That was Dimaggio’s best year.
At least Yankee fans were able to gloat.
Russia almost lost. That was some plan.
Shelley worried about the airplane
and the locomotive, and stepped into a boat.
Byron locked his daughter in a convent
where certain things are learned by rote.
Musk wants the moon.
Venus began as a word and a cartoon.
The sustainable is being slaughtered
for the good of eight billion and growing.
The planet done good. What group of planners planned this?
The planet, the atmosphere, don’t feel a thing.
Nitrogen and oxygen, 99 percent, as always. Again, the complicated science test.
We freaked out about the planet. Plant plants.
Punch out. They don’t know, either. The foundation flipped. Get some rest.
The light is on, the heat is working,
New York City kisses the sky.
You want sustainability but I don’t know why.
Define that term for me.
The only permanence is mutability.