Green

They came for me for words,

all their torches lit,

the crowd crying out the same thing.

"What do you want to hear," I said.

But they all yelled something different.

And that's alright. That's OK.

"There's more love and affection

in this world than tinsel on a Christmas tree,

times 223! More or less. As physics suits me."

"Huh?'

"I'm not saying, 'Don't be stupid.' But, don't.

Your love connects beyond your thinnest thoughts."

Just like the dentists took all the gold from my mouth,

and kept it to themselves. Fitted me with porcelain.

It's this world we all believe in! (And so trust is hard.)

Just like going after catfish with the wrong bait.

They want Velveeta Cheese. Don't ask me why.

That's catfish! They eat crap all day. Then, they die.

I mean, it was an old and aging world, uninformed

on purpose. A culture of buried alive. Death before dying.

Like watching dogs drink out of the toilet. Um, dumb.

See the sunlight on treetops? Or glancing off the fruit?

The smell of the forest fills you full encylopedia set.

Wild animals confer. They'll stay wild. You?

And so, I surrendered myself to plants.

They're conscious, and communicating.

First voice. Original telepathy. I connect. The noise!