Who owns
which galaxy?
Which galaxy
more planets?
Who drives
the white pickup
with gold
hood ornament—
pearl inlaid
steering wheel?
One town over
they paint porches green.
Part of a nine
year plan to
bring corn syrup
to them there hills.
Handful of
seeds, yeast
and a beast—
make shooting star
out of firefly.
On clear days
smell the money
in that chicken shit.
