Exchanging Menus in the Air

The United States dropped one,
no, two atomic bombs on
Yoko Ono

Till Yoko and other children
had no more ice-cream, anywhere,
in the land of the raising sun.

In retaliation, the Ono children
looked up through holes
in the house top

Imagining food–exchanging menus
in the air like ice-cream and lots of it
In their minds, they would eat it all up.

Then days and wars turn into the past
And we still look up to the sun, anyway,
imaging where Imagination comes from.

The sun raises first in Japan
then makes its way around to New York City
where it listens to Yoko

Say, “Marriage is a gamble,
let’s be honest.” Then it takes out
scratchy vinyls of a Plastic Ono Band

and listens to those until they melt.





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