just some thoughts

in combining blogs, i want to actually repost a poem i wrote for "tanuki poetry" a few months ago:

i like weeds

they must be nature's way of saying

fuck you

one day as i was walking home from the bus stop i noticed all the weeds growing between the cracks in the pavement. concrete and glass dominate the landscape. a few token trees are planted on grass islands. but nature still muscles its way through the cracks, frustrating mr. has-the-best-lawn-in-the-neighborhood.

(warning: i'm about to wax poetic) people talk of pioneers "making the desert bloom". what do i see? i see stems of steel, flowers fluorescent. i watch sprinklers flood the fields.

nature, let's be friends. i won't stamp out your weeds.