I could grow garlic and even a few bales of cotton.

I was laying in bed, thinking about what I should do and fairly certain that would be to go to sleep. I ate more pasta than I actually had an appetite for. Thinking about how impossible it is to sleep in the city, and that I could grow garlic and even a few bales of cotton.

The truth is that I should have stayed in bed. My right hand is fully operational again. Been for a while. Heckling poets gets boring quickly. Should have made some phone calls. Did not. Wondering why it is that I always get ripped off in public transit systems. Not by the passengers, by the payment control systems.

What are we going to do on this planet? I don't think I am going to be able to get off of it. Who wants what? Why. Is it possible? How can the impossible be made more possible.