Piss Poor Dirt Farmer

How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time? - Thoreau

you push a moldy, fungal, consumptive envelope

scattering wilted, flowery words like nauseating, sterile seeds

fertilizing them with the manure of your twisted, choked-out truth

watering them with a urinary incontinence along with a distilled spirit

wondering why all that grows is stinking, afflicted weeds

in the withered, pungent, poetry garden of your asthmatic life

Author's Note

"If a man is rich and strong anywhere, it must be on his native soil. Here I have been these forty years learning the language of these fields that I may the better express myself. If I should travel to the prairies, I should much less understand them, and my past life would serve me but ill to describe them. Many a weed here stands for more of life to me than the big trees of California would if I should go there. We need only travel enough to give our intellects an airing." - Thoreau