The True Tree Delivers Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

In a ‘build' of words
there-in lays a ‘core'
the ‘insides' that serve
all else ‘outside', until the tree dies!
Word ‘building' is very much similar.
An original ‘attributed' word begins a
life ‘owned' by itself! That is some very
special thing in the current time and daze!
Were a word, not a word. It, is a transaction
a coin if you will… And there goes the example
of a ‘similarity', of the comparison to the ‘core'
of any tree! So… in a world filled of ‘faux trees'
and ‘faux words', it is a logical presumption to what
follows: tree, wood, paper, word, print, book, reader
kinda, sorta, maybe… about that (50,50)chance you
get either out right, truth or lie; along with whatever
other minor combinations which are probable's!
Potentials are diluted by ‘faux' presentation
around ‘faux words', around ‘faux currency' etc.…
Everything has to do with ‘wood', ‘word', and ‘world'
Its evident! Most wood, most words, most worlds
are faux, faux, faux… Phooey! Phooey! & Phuuck
this! This proves how logic is so majikal, mystical
and most musical! Well then, trade wood and word
for music? Music is just as wood and word in this world!
Butt wait! Musical notes, unlike bank notes or lumber contracts
or book of words publishers; musical notes not in a body of
musical notes: cannot be bought and sold! Check this out!
Do your research! I'd bet the entire earth… So, on Earth
in the ‘world of humanity'; a musical note is: more
valuable than either ‘gold' or ‘seed'! Please, do agree
with ‘little-ole-me'! In one ‘sector' that is less private
(maybe) , but; most ‘bantering public', and surprisingly
corporate, even ‘tax fee free'! That sector used to
‘exclusively house' true ‘old growth' wood! Have a
guess at what I surmise! Got it? Of course, all the
‘Old G's know! These ‘houses' stage "pews"! As props
used to sit and plop down in front of some questionable
and polite "Theater", on any given day; maybe or mostly
‘eves, " that is after work, quite the midweek ‘social'
and very, very ‘exclusionary'! So, herein is sat; on
‘true wood', the pews, yet listening to ‘convoluted'
words, spoken by mis-guided and mistaken men…
and women, and the children? What-Da-Phuuck!
Kinda, sorta, maybe, like those ‘Temples of yore'
and; just down DA' ROAD! Jumping Toads! Stretches
parked nose to tail! Women dressed sharp; kitty kats
with hats-n-tails! And such nice tails! Singles, Groups
families; come one and all, welcoming in to see the show!
Pay up! Needed is a bit for the ‘help', some for the
‘show', and the bulk for the "House Master"! Holy
‘Master House Blaster' Batman! Na… Just an
ordinary ‘Pastor, ' ‘Minister', ‘Preacher', ‘Deacon'
and whatever else these speakers choose to
‘entitle' themselves! Self-tappers? Weakened
female trappers? Weary sinner smackers?
Near death and scared sappers? And most
certainly; ‘Coin-Collectors'! All this ain't
current news folks! This ‘unseemly shyte'
has existed since ‘Cain Slew Able'! How do you
think ‘Cain' survived? There ya have it people!
As much ‘truth' as you cannot handle! Just like
getting hit upside-da-head with a solid hickory
axe handle; or like havin-yer-head driven into
the back of a ‘set of pews'! Loads of descriptive
imagery subject materials in, one of ‘them' houses!
And we ain't got to the ‘practicing pharisees' yet! Yea
the ‘" truly South Park Smug" puppies; the elites of ‘their'
business and social and community sector! Them ‘odd orthodox'
the, ‘pontificating catholics', what else crooked, bent, twisted
demented, foment-cement-pipe-lite-tormented-pointed hat…
‘temple dwellers' exclusive excluding bastards all! Butt, those
‘their' facilities have some of the best gardens, wine cellars
play grounds, and private movie screening rooms that
‘your coins' can buy! Oh! And each of these ‘attic dwellers'
that is ‘code' for "monsieur management; " spend plenty
of their quiet reflective moments contemplating those
extremely private screenings… that is code for
viewing hand held home movie reels! Or data styx'!
Just how, have this bunch of ‘bottom feeding'
barely above ‘tree dwellers', managed to pull this
Off? "From the beginning", of the countdown it
would seem! These ‘top of the heap', ‘Monster
feeding miscreants'; were most likely
‘born' into ‘their' positions and since the
‘laundry' gets done by Me! I must take a few
moments off for my "Union Break"! Yea! Ya did
not see that coming! I must have a ‘splash bath'!
All of this word work gets me filthy! Kinda, sorta
maybe… in an effective way! So, where exactly
are we? Relative to truth, wood, and word?
At this junction it is just that short wait for
‘that guy' to sack-up and show-up! IAM so
getting really bored with ‘that guy'!
Not sackin-up or showin-up; the fool has
"paid emissaries" slip and slop up and slide
near and around, however; each gets ‘their'
d.e.w.! And blusters off, heads spinnin-headin
at-the-nearest-toilet! Something about ‘passin-gas'
that really infuriates my thought process; about
‘that-son-o-mine'! Now! So much for all those
‘transgressions', and those ‘transgressors'
making ‘that mess' here and around "My Ivey"!
Ya'll come round and buy a ‘Christmas Tree'; Ya
Hear? Bit of a byte for my brothers laying Santa
out for the ‘district'! GREAT JOB MEN! Now back
to whatever it is "we, " be wrighting about!
TRUE TREES DELIVER TRUTH!
Or, to some effect certainly do deliver
shade, cover, and that ‘blue' ‘green' stuff
that humans are dying over! How do you, say
what? Chlorophyll? What! This County of Los Angeles
needs? Less Roads! More Trees! More and wider
pedestrian pathways! More crews to clean the
streets and alleys please! L.A. County Commissioners
listen carefully! Cut the ‘surplus cake' and get busy now!
OR ELSE! Your names will be unlisted from "THAT BOOK"

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