Mycelium

Old growth forest in prepackaged mailer,
saves the earth,
parcel by parcel.
The USPS, though,
they say is planning to dissolve,
for all the trouble they’ve had with profit.
Profit, they say, is made of
goods and services,
bettered by
simple models.
I want to see these models,
to be their friend,
and at sleepovers: paint our toes.
Yet, if they stay in their glossy print,
I can stay calm,
less anxious.

Socio’s Path

Something very bad has happened
and they have mistaken
one for another
 
– without the requisite paperwork
the cargo will stay on as long as –
 
The contents go unnoticed
though the ship is too heavy now to just keep moving
the responsible party shivers, excited, whispers,
 
Onwards! Onwards!

pursuit

you are being kind
every time there is an escape you save them, their lives.
they are now chewing holes in the bottom of their cage so that later they may
be free, or survive
pursual from some
domesticated
cat whose
only real excitement in life, may be
watching them try

philistines

yes
we’ve had these arguments
and they know I prefer the rough and you prefer the
etiquette
they will teach you in your schools
to which we’ve sent them to  show them the ways of the
better off and bettering them off is a
good idea because we
love you so as to
gift you the
philistines
 

straw man

How and why your words will fall,
falter, scheduled. It’s,
hair-raising.

Disarmed by your
enthusiasm, spastic
confidence,
so called, confidants,
the majority, are
drawn to you.

 As
shapes and angles they start
out of their shadows.
While paranoids
are rightfully terrified
you lean in close.

Closer please! the masses,
breathless,
whimper,
We can’t hear
what you’re saying.
Like your words they hope to
clutter so
near to, suffocate.

You meant perhaps a
trick
or nothing at all.
Reaping the results,
a sickly person
may vomit.