the middle of a field of high yield corns,
stands a solitary
oak. Morose, it mourns
its siblings harvested for oak
while it alone survives. The lone oak
of a grove of descendants, shedding seed,
where chemically tilled of weed-
killers making the fertile
former wood land
uniquely corn. Does this lone survivor
as victor, or only as a token of the past?
one century this spreading oak cast
cooling shade for
explorers, and pioneers.
Now, in it’s heartwood,
fresh new rot appears,
hollowing the trunk that dare not
to winds that profane a great tree’s end.
most successful fiction writers are those
that mask the issue
of thorns on a rose,
pushing wormy apples, as protein enhanced
Labeling “descent guaranteed” on a
assuring us we won’t keep floating in the
When used, you will come down, they did not lie
euphemistically, I am informed of fact,
in advertising that is
camouflaged with tact.
Hyperbole is the ad copy writer’s
from soft pedaling to those that over-inform
for Pharmaceuticals that I must obtain
now warn of side
effects like death and pain,
and these frank admissions
them from judgments courts might advocate.
can pick a wife or a rose,
and then quite sensibly
right card, your teeth or new clothes,
a guitar, a friend or
and often, quite privately
that icky stuff
between your toes.
Pick garden weed that stubborn grows
winning numbers I suppose
or your butt when no one knows
mothers and teachers agree
it’s never nice to pick your