There are two ways of living on the earth
Satisfied or dissatisfied. If satisfied,
Then leaving it for the stars will only make matters mathematically worse
If dissatisfied, then one will be dissatisfied with the stars.

One arrives in England, and the train station is a dirty toad.
Father takes a plane on credit card with medical telephone.
One calls up America at three-thirty, one’s fiancée is morally alone.
But the patient is forever strapped to the seat in mild turbulence.

Thinking of America along psychoanalytic lines, and then
                                     delicately engraving nipples
On each of two round skullsv
You have learned nothing from music but Debussy’s ions
And the cover of the book is a forest with two lovers with empty cerebella.

Beyond the couple is a second girl, her head smeared out.
This represents early love, which is now ‘total space.’
These are the ways of living on the earth,
Satisfied or unsatisfied. Snow keeps falling into the brook of wild rice.

(David Shapiro, discussed here.)