ginko leaf

another apocalypse kind of day by my house
leaves flying, littering the sky
a dark and stormy lunchtime
kansas worthy

voting gets me all choked up, embarrassing but true

it's something about seeing old people who can barely walk
being helped down the street, out of cars, up the stairs
because they think it matters...

and it's something about being reminded how fate had me narrowly escape being born in a land where engaging in political thought got you shipped off to the zone

and so, in this democracy,
crazies are out trying to sell baseball cards to the neighbourhood crackheads,
rich liberals plant flowers to match the campaign signs on their lawns,
and on the eve of this full moon
i can choose not to even joke about how long it takes before the axe falls that leaves me jobless

there's just no point in being terrified anymore

and at least i’ve already got disappointment down to a fucking art
(funded entirely, of course, by my own dime)

maybe now is a good time
to start thinking
about exactly which kind of farmer it is that i’m going to want to be