Posts tagged ‘garden’

May 22, 2017

i’ll mow the grass however

when i hear a lawnmower start
in the distance,
i feel guilty for not getting off my ass
and firing up my lawnmower too.  

so when i do i hope
others feel the same.  

tonight under nitrogen and pale
i lit the mower up.  cut arrant dandies.  
went crisscross.  people watched
and i didn’t care.  

cracked a beer.  put on Metallica.  
my wife asked me to be in in less than thirty minutes,
i was spent after 15.  
no problem; sounds like life.  

saw some tubular fungi,
got slicked in the wet blades.  
wore my work clothes and a hoodie.  
got hot like sick.  
raised the wheels.  
this is freedom.  

i let my grass grow high and do not care.  
right here,
smack dab in the best part of the city.  

near transit and what is expensive now.  

i hope you feel guilty
when you hear that combustion fire up too.  
even my ipod took longer to turn over
than that deere.

April 20, 2017

hidden being 

This morning I pride at vagrant onion’s growth in a yard I do not own, much the same. 

Further up, a posture they make. Black riches to stalked roots, only skyward they take. 

And you, yellowish waxen orb, wiggle cold, with arms and legs exposed, you think as they sort,

I pulled you from your socketed pocket of a home.

Then I go. 

And wet blades dance and light along the dampened sidewalk pathway, along the road. 
Where I guess they call this Spring, 

where poets fix their names and fill their pockets with change that vanishes next day like the rain.

O but the words and these hidden beings. 

To pull them out of layered entities.