We Are Like Trees We Are

The crown, the glory,
Bursting leaves,
Majestic tops
On full grown trees,
But then the part
That no one sees,
Deep and strong
The roots below
Nourishing,
So it can grow,
Anchoring,
For when storms blow,
Larger than the crown,
Though not on show,
Extensive,
But without a fuss,
History and strength;
T’was ever thus,
Remain hidden,
As it is with us.

DEFINITIONS

We’ve codified, solidified,
Analyzed, patholigized,
In attempts to come to grips
With behaviours and symptoms,
Still for all our diagnoses,
Of neuroses and psychoses,
Medicines that science poses,
Maybe we were better off with demons.

FLYSTRIP

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sticky strip
long and yellow
no slip
fly catching
death grip
they land there
unaware
last stop
to nowhere
but watch out
for your hair
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