Sometimes

If I were here for the people,
I never would've signed on--
The food is inorganic and the air recycles
ad nauseum--

The thump of a cat
can only make you go God damn it, God damn--
The farm is what we leave behind
and the garden itself a child's pet--

What is noise and what is not is what
no one need ask but wants--
The periphery pulms
as the center Solomonises--

Stars
descantily clad of course required--