musings on pure thought

beyond structure
beyond the street transfer
of ghouls lost living
lost meaning
I live there in the gutter
down where the trash/rubbish percolates
could you imagine
drinking from that scum?
we as humans are petty
we are oysters on the reef
locust in the field
cancer in the body
some say the earth will reject
some believe that the time is nigh
I say it is another day
and we have to learn the days we live in
take responsibility for our actions
whether it through absolute necessity
beacause our rivers are choked with garbage
and our street flow with the detritis
that we produce through consumption
I once knew a very loving woman
that composted all she could
recycled everything she consumed
It wasn't until one day
when she was consumed by a raging
carnivorous pitcher plant
It was a fateful mistep
into what she thought was a
slow step into her cerebral garden
unfortunately, the pitchers desired to
bite the hands that fed them
not the human
but the human
she gave them life
she let them be
be a carnivore of vegetal proportions
decidedly I found out about this
through the obituaries in the Community Times
something so remorseful
to be printed in black and white
soy based inks spelled out her demise
I felt that she had brought something to my life
she inspired me to be more
she inspired me to floss once a day
and brush twice daily
she was a woman of multitude
she was a woman of career
in fact, the mere mention of woman
conotates the image of something that
has suffered and led minions (children)
equal opposites of nature
that is the woman
her meer-ness is alluring
what without the female there could be no male
and the inverse
we are connected
and connected we shall remain
and likedly so
life is strange
and so are we