litter culture

I’ve got all the answers
To the questions that they ask on seventies talk shows
Give me ten minutes and an armchair next to Dick Cavett
I could be a primetime philosopher
Discuss the way the world is turning, what it is that turns me on
Crack a joke or two, talk freely
Like you do sometimes from the back seat of a car
To the patient taxi driver who just asked you how you are
If you’re going very far

Follow me, the sky is green
On the other side of the silver lining
There’s not a fence that I can see, our garden grows into the sea
Sometimes the tide waters the plants
And it’s nothing to do with the moon or the stars
No answers like dial tones or question marks
It’s the uncertainty of endings, the necessity of starts
Or else a bus shelter in a surprise storm from which to curse the passing traffic
Some people lead such driven lives
Meanwhile the advertisements roll, the rain sounds like applause