Solution to the Housing Problem
This explains how the poem
got to be a tomato. In the future
where we all live in tomatoes this was immortality. Who throws away an
unfinished tom? Giant tomatoes whirled on carbon platforms planted by the sea.
This preposterous organ was sure to work.
That said, flesh, still
carbon based, bore the brunt of the New Tom-At. Great ones plowed this mind
field, sprouted their seed like a man in his detasseling, to plumb the paradox
of the root-headed thin.
Bowling balls suggested with
the first site plan were approved. Leagues owe much to the tomato for the
elevation of entire lands from sea. Thomatum, shall we say, was their epitome.
Other vegetables were nervous about circularity. Happy to be of service they
drove nails into egregious tomato. On Maui they mounted them as car tires.
Others, envious, the potato cut off amid the blaze of noon, I will tell later.
Aug 2008 here
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