The sun shines down on my hair,
But I don’t care.
The blue behind the clouds
Is darker than allowed,
In the sky swiftly drifting by
Without a whisper for me,
Planted on my knees in the weeds,
Ripping roots from the dirt.
Toils of desperation
Smears sweat across the hurt
Of nothing to show from the extraction of a menace
That knows no limitations,
Exponentially grows faster than I can purge from the ground.
One down, fifty more plus turns the grass brown.
In the quiet tired of late day introspection,
Lost in the sacrosanct moment of regrettable decisions,
Where murky thoughts float through air
Into shadows, then nothing is there,
Slipping into dark, in a quickly ebbing day.
But I don’t care.
Be very careful in choosing your Gardening Equipment. Could have intergalactic implications. Do you really know your Garden Hose?
hah! I definitely think dandelions are alien spores. We don’t have the proper equipment to eradicate them here on Earth.
I don’t really know my Garden Hose. It lies like a snake in the grass until it’s ready to hose me.
This kind of feels like my to-do list.. I am not able to cross items off the list as fast as I would like, and when I do something goes back on. I don’t care…..but I do. It’s a good thing I am the controller of the list and allowed long execution times. Far too serious I know, but I was up too late writing. On another note, beautifully stated.
Thank you!
Maybe that was my to-do list. : ) Surreal lists never disappoint.
I can’t stay up late anymore. I fall asleep at my desk around midnight. I used to love writing late at night. It’s the best time to smack the keys. Only if they’re bad! Mostly I praise them.
Of course they are alien spores. They are working on a method to take over the humans. Beware.
Wait. Maybe they are cats.
You might be right. Like cats, you can’t hear or see them when they move.
Those weeds are a right menace to society. They are the dreaded things that give you backache. No product out there will get rid of them. It’s like evil lurking around and just when you think all is clear, there pops up 10 more.
“I don’t care” because I don’t have a garden anymore but I do feel for you all. Pull out those suckers Lauren.
You’ve got that backwards. I’m the sucker that pulls them out. : )
I’m like you. At my parent’s house I just go nuts and tear them out of the ground.
If that doesn’t work I pull out the handy dandy flamethrower.
I don’t care what the fire department thinks.
I’ve got to get myself a handy dandy flamethrower. : ) We don’t have fireplugs around these parts. Good time to start taming Agent 54’s hose. That doesn’t sound right.
HOLY CRAP… YOU ARE A FREAKING GENIUS! Of course I knew that already but DAMN… what an AMAZING WRITER!
Hey, thanks! I’m humbled by your comment. Really!
I totally second your comment Katherine!
Hey Thanks!!!! Damn those weeds to hell. Actually, that’s probably where they’re from.
Okay, as someone who cleaned out gutters yesterday, I gotta say you are a lot more deep than I am!
Like this a lot, thanks for posting…
Hah! When I’m in a shitty mood, I go deep. As I like to say, “Better deep than deeply in pain.” Two years in a row I got sciatica after pulling weeds. This year we put down poison to kill the fuckers. That didn’t even kill all of them. They are truly alien spores!
Cleaning gutters is a godless job and also dangerous. When you’re standing on a ladder, I think worrying about falling is the thought that lingers in your mind.
I’ll trade my gophers for your dandelions! This was really quite wonderful, Lauren. You continually amaze and delight me with your versatility. 🙂
Thanks so much, Jayne.
My dogs could take care of the gophers. They suck at pulling weeds. You’ve got a deal!
Loved this! But I hate those weeds!
Thanks Babs!
You and me both. Weeds are an international menace.
damn weeds!
Weeding is a horrible, thankless job. 😛 I feel your pain!
Thanks!!! Now that August is here I wish the weeds would stay through December.