Yesterday — received a letter from The City — threatening fines — legal action — banishment — public flogging — if I didn’t cut the grass below 10’’ by today
My first instinct was to accuse the unseen city inspector of being a chronic fisherman or habitually lonely — but I knew it was going to happen — I wanted to see what would grow in the front segment of our yard if I let it be wild
And I knew the local Petty Tyrants would see the lack of lawn as reflecting badly on their acculturation — The climate change denying — ecological disaster — modern American culture is
This morning I decided to sit in the cemetery before the heat peaked and the humidity fulfilled its promise — this is the view from beneath the tree
Across the street — there is a lawn — mostly moss — but that’s a whole other city — it’s hard to remember — for all of us — it doesn’t have to be this way — nor was it always
My current theory — is all of our neat lawns make it easier to forget all the bones buried to construct this oligarch playground
My daughter was wearing spider web leggings getting ready for her first year of art school — and I thought of This Mortal Coil — is the perfect reflection of peak of Goth culture
GIFS BEYOND (HERE)
A random thought from grass cutting — the 80s (just my awakening era — nothing precious) could not have happened with smartphones — their glassine shards imposing a lawn above the lawn
And I see you as a hidden fire
The object of someone else's desire
You're a lost dove
Looking down from above
You fit me like a shrunken glove
Almost a kiss
Almost a kiss
Almost like this
Oh gosh, Song for the Siren still makes me cry. WHY? I'd managed to forget it but now I have to wonder about it all over again. Thanks, though.