grass resents pavement
gleefully thrusts though cracks
encourages dandelion havoc
and escaped petunias rabble rousers.
i walk in dawn
sun rising inexorably
to glint off glass skyscrapers
and church steeples.
grass blades shadow each other
spiral marestail weeds
spin my gaze
from pavement’s weakness.
in weeds’ resistance
against the transgression
of human dominance and desire
to cover earth
with sharp angled concrete
subjugate this breathing globe
and bring us all to destruction.
June 2020, revised Dec 2021
wake slowly no dream soft sheets against my skin reluctant to meet clanging city i lack purpose but have plenty of work i get undressed and go back to bed
The swan has a shlong. Sweet ladies did swoon, “Your shlong is so long.” Leda said, “Nay, I won’t give it a play.” The swam smiled slyly, “Let me show you my tongue” Leda’s eyes twinkled She liked the new wrinkle. The tongue matched the shlong. It rang her gong.
I painted the original about 2 years ago and found it when looking for more paper for painting. I played with the painting further, making it looser, extending and elongating strokes. Ahhh!
You ask Where to have our class As Delta sneaks in. Savage kin Of covid one Seeking lethal fun. Under a tree Is perfect, you see. If not, Please allot A big room, Rather than Zoom! Zoom, Corporate baby, Everyone in a tomb Of camera angle. Trapped in seat Authority loves neat Rows of faces Compliant No one dares To be defiant. 8/14/21
The background was done some undetermined years ago at the beach. I found it when I opened the pad to do this sketch. I inked the man/god yesterday, added a bit more watercolor et voila!
This cartoon reprinted for S.R., my (equally) small friend. Okay, S.R., I admit you are a bit bigger than me but not by much!