I'd like to think I generate me
clouds and trees the generatee

Look at me look at the stars no it’s sunny out
no stars just blue sky occasional clouds.
And grass, oh and flowers there are flowers here too
and a tree!
Yes a tree!
It’s fully in bloom.

A stream what a stream
it flows gently on past
with a breeze at my back
and the plants waving too.

Hello tall grass you’re golden in hue
and you sing with your seeds as the air reaches you.
Furry it is.
The planet is fuzz.

I like what it looks like.
The hills and the trees.
The mountains the rivers the birds and the bees.
I like how they fractal in infinite beams.
Infinite trees with their infinite leaves.
I watch and i look and i try to stay close.
I wander in deep and I look up their noses.
Look into bark and I look into stream


my eyes get dragged with the movement of liquid.
Why can’t I watch it stay still i am sad
they’re tricked into tracking the path.
I see just the movement but can’t seem to hold it
my grip is not tight on my input machines.


I watch and i stare at the grass and the trees
for they grow ever slowly my eyes do believe.
I wish to pull back and admire the view
my degrees for a few are so new and so new.


Practice practice practice practice.
Too much spending time I’m off to work forgetting…

Hello again garden

i return to gas you in your sleep or awake I don’t know all the same
I haven’t yet showered.
My hair is a mess.
My mom made a cake in a bright yellow dress.


She told me of this,
this concoction quite simple
just vinegar salt and a dishsoap or two
I mixed it all up in a bottle of orange juice,
orange juice gone, of course it is drank
Then shook and i shook
and I shake and I shake
then I poured into bottle of cleaning supply
Empty, that too, the cleaning supply
Now filled with substance of cloudy demise
looking a lot like cum.


Fertilizer it seems,
to fertilize birth,
to raise and to nourish
to sprout from the earth
But alas it’s to kill
To gas and to maim without control of how it’s contained


I stepped right outside in my sweatpants and sandals and found the nice rocks that look better alone.
A spritz and a spray bending down finding green and attacking it brutally, fighting machine.


Pst pst. Nothing much more. The blue sky and sunshine are bright through the mist
The leaves are now coated in chemical kiss looking just like the morning time dew,
none amiss with a shiny white hue
and my hand in a fist.


I go to and fro up the path down the road spraying here spraying there I’m an elegant foe. I feel sorrow but none of them frown I suppose.

My mother is proud. A job well done. We’ll see if they die in the hours to come. My heart hurts a little, my fingers much more. In squeezing the bottle they feel slightly sore.

I’d like to plant a garden in my room. I’ll take some dirt from outside and throw it on the carpet next to my closet. It’s a whitish carpet. Shag. Not shag. Something else not as fuzzy though. I don’t need to mulch it. Just throw dirt and some fertilizer and worms and put them there too. I hope they don’t get near my bed. But it’s in the corner. Farther away. Near the closet. I finished putting all the dirt on the floor. I’ll plant some plants in here maybe too. Or maybe just grass. I like grass. Feels good on my toes. I might need more dirt. Some sticks and maybe some leaves. I keep waking up with bugs crawling on me. The centipedes are a little annoying, but I don’t mind looking at the snails on the walls. The grass is growing slowly. But it’s growing faster than it did before. I can see the top part coming out of the dirt. I feel the worms sliding through my toes. They feel soft. But dirty too. I try to get them off please get them off. I’ll shower for many minutes to wash off the filth but the roly poleys climbing from the drain kept crawling towards me. They crawled as fast as they could I don’t know why. I don’t know why. But the shower water kept pushing them back down the drain. Down the drain. Thank god. They were starting to scare me. I’m a little scared of fear. The garden needs weeding. The fluorescent light was enough it seemed. The dull yellow bulb. Pale yellow walls. Haha! wooden cabinets. Vinyl sinks! The garden sat in a space without any green and blue. I’m trying to make it myself. It’s looking a bit brown. A little stark. A little barren. The grass is a yellowy green. But also showing signs of brown. Runted and scraggled. Maybe more water and a little more sun. I’ll find some sun. Or I can buy stronger fluorescents. I think they make plants grow. If they’re bright enough. Get away worms! Stay back please! I don’t like you in my toes.