The prophets told me to lay I'm pu...

The prophets told me to lay I'm putting these peaches into this Arizona
desert basement where they will ripen in brace years' time; For here in
this upper California market, there is no field

Houses falling into clay
Cliff houses where we do our fingerpaint fall down into sand and clay
Houses falling from the firmament
and people in them, whole families, ready-made and settling
into California clay & canyons
And fathers who vend houses falling into clay and mothers who betray them

In this house, the united I live in, The California Papers are shelved nearest
to The Pennywhistle Primer