all it takes is the seeds
and we spread grow like weeds

parasitic expansionistic
there's never enough.

filled a sphere
wall to wall.
this place has been sold out
for years.
but we just keep
comin' in.


like stray cats
and field mice
we lay back
and feel nice.

the meat is
the meal spice.
the meat is
the meal spice.

translucent jelly fish
in burgundy overcoats
trudged along the lane
today.

the clams cousin,
the barnacle,
collects rent
from the whale.

surface tension
molecular bonds
ebb and flow
liquidized energy;

ocean spray
returns to the sea,
you see.

and the sea ****
sees it all.

Like it was tiger man, but not quite,
Because when you broke it down to numbers
There were more parts pig than any others.
And the pointy teeth were very pointed.
And so the beast king, thus anointed.
The village fled
The pillaged bled
And there along the side of hill
To run for life
The rush of thrill
The beast will ****
And blood will spill
Until his fill.
Until his fill.

Grass conquered the earth,
but even it suffers grave losses.

everblue junipers
caress the wet sidewalk
and twigs hug the curb
as they float down the street.

tomorrow sand will appear
at the edges of the road.

I haven't
watered my garden
in over a week.

now spear shaped tendrils
of liquid hydrogen dioxide
plummet down at
twenty two miles per hour
making patterns across the
wet surface of the earth.

in the bright spots
rain drop splashes
stumble back and forth
across the dance floor
like cymbal crashes.

wasps,
grounded
by wet wings,
begin their slumber
early,
jaws locked,
legs dangling
off the stem of a flower
whose petals are
battered and wet
like fry ready fish.

the newly
pregnant
ocean
swells unnoticeably.

streams emerge,
rivers rob banks,
puddles form
around
orangeskin pores;

and the
everblue junipers
caress the wet sidewalk.