POST PRIME

None of these plants are real like people jams on gondolas pointing at the forest

but none of the plants are alive

they’ve been planted at the low cost of watched humans

its no belief to find a hole for yourself

after your parents reinvented yourself

surprise people think that they’re alive

but you never wake up until you die

and find yourself surrounded by plants

but none of the secrets

will ever be whispered to you

because you’re standing over your own grave

making up a goddamn beautiful eulogy

taking time outs from your tragic vacations-

fuck plants I’m an animal

continents don’t say shit

FUCK PLANTS I’M AN ANIMAL

so I sit in transit with a pointless objective

staring out the window

for a bandit band-aid

imagining how a traffic jam happens

the plants ain’t real

they’ve been planted by people on the watch

just off the freeway

strategy holes that stare out of holes

where no one and dead wes

gain an objective

suffocation easy as a bad attitude

lets rebuild nature around the highways

so we don’t forget how to breathe

lets plant trees

so our grandchildren can cut them down again

if I was a nature poet

I’d clearcut a virgin in her sleep

put tarzan in pictures

endorsing the lynx

make sure my book

is published on paper

so you’ll never find the floor of the used bookstore

kiss me I’m an animal

the plants don’t respond in bed

they went frigid and took back the air

so we’ll ES our own Deez

till we forget we’re going to die

life is a fraction of a dead told lie

~from Stumblesome…“the bubble shell” … Fuck Plants