Lonely Thoughts

city grass

i think it's the third-

no, it's the second, definitely the second ice age movie-

when all the animals are fleeing from certain death,

and the young dung beetles, (i'm pretty sure they were dung beetles)

are trying to convince their grandfather to run away with them.

but he's too stubborn to leave-

that shithead would literally rather go extinct then 

abandon his home.

he was in that bitch for the long haul.

that's what city grass looks like:

tough, gray, and unclean,

clinging iron-willed to its tiny scrap of concrete 

through snow and litter and modern millennial landscaping.

you can't kill city grass.

you'd be an idiot to try.

city grass doesn't breath oxygen,

it's evolved to inhale smog.

city grass is watered with acid rain.

city grass grows under light pollution.

city grass learned how to recycle,

how to take garbage rotting into its soil and make it green.

and you know,

for all the walking and talking and touring and promoting and advertising

our government and our politicians do in cities,

you'd think they'd notice city grass.

i think,

that if they did, 

the world would be

a very different place indeed.