Fast Day 8 07/27/2007

From my other hang-out: http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/2007/07/fast-day-8-july-27-2007.html Poem for Fast Day 8 When the City came to destroy the vegetation along Adams Road. every growing stick has a face wild flowers grow…like wild, you know. diverse populations… they piss people off. some people. the legs of my pants smell like mallow and stem juice white. men come to spread death’s carpet. wet lands with cats tails eight feet tall… looking down on our heads… they beat them down. broken. my shoes are muddy and smell like poison and raccoon breath at 3 a.m. If I care, I feel so sad; so why care? why should I care…or connect. a gas powered weed whacker comes, mighty roar of fossil fuel. my shirt fruity with sweat and hot memories of Adonis. who cries for Adonis? am I his keeper? there are weed control laws. you are a weed, too, if you piss us off! you forget your clothes… you walk nakedly trees… the forest remembers you!