Why don’t you go downtown—
in one manhole
and out the other—
past thirty-two
green lights
and a forest of stop signs
that bear no leaves.
The lack of vegetation
on Broadway
is due to the fact
that the city
planning commission
has ordained that
most lawns within
the limits of the municipality
are to be grown
on billiard tables—
fertilized by the organic matter
that is commonly
trapped in pinball machines
when the marbles
sit on their commodes.