The gravediggers are unemployed.
Soldiers march with joy in their steps.
There are free flowers sold on every street corner.
The prisons are fully voluntary.
The cops have begun to talk down
the few angry ones out there.
There’s a chicken in every pot and
a basketball hoop in every driveway.
If you don’t have the cash – they just give you the groceries.
Jobs galore but only if you want one.
Walls, barriers, borders – they’ve all been obliterated.
People hug strangers openly in the street.
Young people live old.
Old people live older.
Even the president of the United States stands naked, blissful.
I’ve begun to smile.
It’s against the law not to smile.
I am a snake wearing a yellow polka dot bikini.
I’m making love to Gandhi and Lev joins in.
Brrrr. I wake up.
