There were fields where once we walked
Among the clover and crab grass and those
Funny little things that look like cotton candy
There were liquids expanding and contracting
In which we swam with amoebas and other Afro-Americans
The sun was no further than my hand from your hair
Those were barefoot boy with cheeks of tan days
And I was John Henry hammering to get in
I was the camel with a cold nose
Now, having the tent, I have no use for it
I have pushed you out
Go ’way
Can’t you see I’m lonely