The Little Words Mean the Most

What I scratched into the stall wall, then to bed

 

        

That global NGO "industry" is an untidy skein of causes; thick, messy cable: a surging (unstoppable?) movement which (I believe) just MIGHT — in the end — save (no guarantees; it's up to you and me and billions more) our savagely suffering planet — as government and the so-called "adults" who "run" that part of our lives prove themselves inadequate, inept, shortsighted, self-absorbed, corrupt and emotionally-stunted cynical assholes no better than their 5th-grade selves.

         And since (I suspect) many FOR-profit corporations should simply be quarantined as infections ... as several Nobel-laureate economists will (MORE suspicion) demonstrate via research a half-century from now (that gargle you hear? me praying) ... when they prove that a benign-seeming modifier such as "industry interrupter" is in truth a synonym for "sociopath."

         Ear buds aren't what they seem. But, yeah, you knew that.

 

 

I poisoned my trails tonight

 

Mostly vs. poison ivy

poison v. poison

PVP

 

It doesn't hate us. Know us. And in autumn

it's sunset gorgeous. But it breathes and it drinks

and has this oil that's easily spread from towels

across skin

into your lungs if you burn it

 

i want paths anywho can tramp

with a minimum of danger

So on a hot day like today

spray some multinational's science-breakthrough deterrent on its leaves

wch it drinks wch it beathes and the company promises

in a week the roots will die

 

Poison ivy is a human-denominated pest

and will return, because it thrives in global warming

and someday this poisoner nor multinational won't

return nor you

 

not too late, though

 

 

 

wehave a ghost toad

 

it was our first big year for wisteria

 

which I always thought made you genteel but is in fact about as genteel as a boa constrictor around your slender, gasping neck

 

 

poppy season

 

paths await YOU

 

those elephant ears?   a garden-defining gift from Joel's yard

asyou suspected

 

 

he thought, If

more things could be safely done while drunk

I'd get more things done.

definitely though the chain saw on a pole

a tool I own

like a head on a pole

scares me all the way to doubt

 

see

I once in my life (add it to our archives, mumsly)

chain-sawed trees in our this? backyard

to carve out a better? view

while at the time same time

standing firmly

 

on murderous, cruel, unforgiven

MMM-NO-UNH-UNH-NO anthropomorphic ice

thick as clear body armor spread

across our backyard every

acorn dead bug root pine back view

needle mat and the down slope

 

An angel goes into a bar.

"Who's the clumsy, drunk one?"

I slipped footloose freeforall

 

my chain saw still running

toward the sunset

curving toward the old drystone

walls of this defunct glacial volcanic New England dairy farm

 

 

 

 

 

simone joyaux meditation garden

 

 

 

seasonal bouquet, accidental poem, Sim Tom at the Love residence