Patch Of Weeds

There's a field, in it are all the wonders
of the world, a plethora of plants, animals,
life, human knowledge of it, history,
since once again we got to recording,
aisles and aisles of sheves holding
these realities, girls wandering through
them, looking for men they've heard
talk about, finding mostly names
they've never heard of, myself, denied
access to any profitable end, if there exists
such a thing, sneezing, watery eyed in a tall patch of weeds.