Nonsense

count to ten
they found me
again

experimenting with seeds in an attempt to create a new fruit species. the result was something fleshy, bitter, juice avoidant and inedible. didn’t mean it was a failure – it did mean my predicted results were wholly incorrect.

i named them longanshorts cause they fell pretty short from the juicy sweetness intended. chopped up and placed over cooked halibut wasn’t so bad, as long as you didn’t swallow. sometimes you gotta put things in your mouth to test your assumptions.

they found me hiding out in a hippy dippy solarpunk commune. i was planting cigaro and sigwarts cause they wouldn’t recognize them but they sure did recognize me by the war paint on my teleported ass high in the air my face hung low in the cardinals dirt regurgitating hateful phrases from my purple-laced beak.

i was home in the backyard and they were making the insurrection look like a tea party. when i served dessert those motherfuckers were gonna be blown to smithereens.