seed and spice
got nothing but that money. got it but i don’t have it.
stiff bills, still preachers, ball court cash,
you’re seedy, you’re growth. i’m not here
for anything like that.
i think there’s a connection between earth
and dirt. i don’t have a problem with that.
we had a problem with that, yes, but not me,
i’m not used for watering and i’m not used to
not yours, anyway.
i need them spices and them sprinkles,
we need taste and celebration, you’re working on that,
carrying on in the garden
with half a glass of pink lemonade
and half a glass of melted ice.
i wilted with life and in this passing, i don’t
seem to mind it much. tense, taught,
being told to stand tall on a stem and stomp my feet