persimmons ever dumbening From the leafless twisted twigs that rise above the garden fence, six Hachiya persimmons—long and thick—tenaciously hang into days slipping from early to middle December. Art and poetry for me, perhaps food for someone else. But maybe I should be thinking about how to pay for my next meal instead. Is it love or stubborness or some awkwardly principled stand that keeps us hanging on, waiting for the next compassionate hand to embrace our mealy sweetness? 061210 ... jane they do hang awkwardly - like some kind of demifruit - knowing they're not as cute as cherries, or sweet as peaches, or hidden as melon - but still you can just bite in, & be surprised, not having to peel or spit or stop, just enjoying something that came from a seed. 061210 ... poet christmas tree i cut you from the ground i shoved you in a bag and tied you to the top of my car then i brought you home i hope you enjoy your new home christmas tree im going to drive screws into your flesh and stand you up in my living room and theres nothing you can do about it youll sit and wait to die but even cut off from the life giving soil, you will live ill give you water so than you may feel every moment of my holiday joy i will decorate your slowly dying body with colorful balls and tiny electric lights and put colorful packages under your arms just like so many others then on christmas morning my entire family will get up early and give each other stuff so we can feel good about ourselves and feed our materialistic desires and we'll have a fire watch the wood burn we'll drink hot chocolate and coffee and wear robes and slippers and bask in our good fortune and then when its all over, i will wait until you are dead strip you of your decorations throw your corpse in the street to rot and vaccum the spot on the carpet where you died i imagine you will be picked up and taken to some sort of massive christmas tree graveyard where thousands upon thousands of chrismas trees will be ground into sawdust and then im gonna do it again next year 061210 ... poet oops 061210 ... rubydee diospyrobezoar anyone? 080406 ... sameolme Yeah, come on, cough it up. 080407 what's it to you? who go blather from