Plants and People

There is a hot new wag on the street. Watch him wag
his tail like frail lettuce echoing some maintained,
glassed out, flossed out, drossed out doldrom
--WHAT i am saying is that we are people, after all,
people like drugs folded in a fat man's groin fat, hiding
from cameras but not dogs, no, they can sniff us out,
unless we have that stuff some smart Jews had in
Germany that made the dogs unable to smell--know
what I mean? It's not too soon to talk about the Holocaust.
Every time it's brought up everyone says
Whoa, now, this guy is coasting too far
off the track, into the woods, danger & fair warning,
like a sent of mildewed clothing or shit. Okay,
bad things happened. People kill each other. Sometimes
whole groups are killed for reasons as simple as
"Jewish." Can we explain this as any thing other than
a terrible human trait? People have done fucked up things
to each other. I'm reading Hiroshima. If you think what's
going on in Japan now is bad, read that. Another (was
there a first?) bad comparison. My point is people
are people are people are plants. Some of them
eat insects, they are evil, they make poisons that kill
us, plants are actually better than people because I don't
think they have consciences -- the ability to know and choose
to do good or evil -- although I could be wrong. But some of
them make poisons stronger than your mother's heart
and some of them make potions more sacred that a cow's Indian(a)
fart and some make love water so sweet you drink it (nectar)
and fall in love with cowardice. Marijuana is a stamp act so
tax it, we are people after all, people falling over people
falling down the stairs and out the window. There are fine
moments everyday. Keep your eyes open. Keep your hearts
strong. Your hearths open and stoked up and lit and
don't burn anyone that ain't trying to kill you. This is possible.
And only burn thorns, unless they are the thorns that protect.
Thistle was Scotland's oldest moat. And pain isn't fearless
nor is it sometimes quiet. (It is.)