Why This Earth Has No Forests

Why this Earth has no forests

No sea; no water
No creatures killing each other; eating each other

No love; no sex
No new born babies

Abandoned buildings and street musicians
Rodents and cockroaches

Dirty politicians, robber barons and Internet pigs

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Exploding salty frogs in a swamp
Rotten blue cheese smiles
Smelly under pant bear bars

Boney knees
Rib caged twenty something corseted waists

A flaming Cuban cigar in a lawyer's shiny red lips
An unexpected kiss at a bar

Somebody's shadow falling fast in the quicksands of envy

Buried treasures, unearthed traumas

Seaweed undulating in the flows of euphoria

Big foot kicking: work, work, work
His toe gives you five dollars for your imprisonment

A tourist trip to the crater of Venice
In the Mediterranean desert

People hanging down to the balcony of their suicide

A concave breast

Skin tumor of social beating

You are bad, you are bad; obey and serve

Ulcerations of past adventures in an aging memory

Pustules of green fresh times gone by

Galleys of military service

Love as unrequited as a black sheep hole

Contraceptives of every kind and use, million of them
To the whole sum of alternative futures

A pearl in your lap
A massage on the trapeze
A kiss on the nape

A nice haircut inside the brain
To shed off the periodical negative thoughts

An ointment of You and Me