i made some brownies 
for you 
tonight

i sat on the floor
just sitting
sort of aimlessly
looking at bullshit
feeling like bullshit

smoking out the window

i had a fantasy that i was helping somehow
keeping the raccoons from the chickens
keeping the ghost horse company
noting the mushrooms growing on
the rotting wood bordering our plants

 it’s my front yard now
i know it’s curves and creases
the plastic child’s ring half buried in the dirt
the rotten artichoke flower
barely hanging on

if i didn’t smoke now i wouldn’t know
and so i have you to thank
for smelling so good
for seeming so desperate
and sexy
for breathing new life into an old habit
that had died hard

proof i guess, that there is no death
that if you soak an old branch long enough
in water something will grow

habits or new life or algae