We must paint all streets and sidewalks white.
Forget about the night. How white is too loud
for lovers in the lane to lie around.
Or ride the rails out of town
when one could be zooming here to there
telepathically staring at the air.
No, let’s harness carbon with remorse.
Then see a flick about a horse.
Don’t change wine into water.
No one will buy it for a quarter.
Do the right thing for no sense.
Use coppers to pick up rents.
Make gestures to push words along
and birdies to flesh out song.
Logic is the only it that fits.
Nurture nature. The doing commits.