Got to love the Ginko, not just its Autumn gold.
It survives anything that the city can throw at it,
and in revenge, drops its fruit.
How to describe it:
sulphurous boiled egg flatus from the devil’s anus
that floated over a field of fermenting red cabbages,
streets paved with dog shit and vomit, and a whole
gymnasium of sweaty clothes.
Living fossil Ginko
unchanged for 200 Million years – that fantastically
putrid stench used to attract herbivorous dinosaurs
to eat the fruit and spread the seeds.
on the idiot-savant bald apes that inherited Earth
after the meteor hit Chicxulub.
City planners tried
to get around the problem with botanical misogyny,
planting only male Ginko trees, but Ginko finds a way
and changed sex when they weren’t looking.
if I wore a cap, I’d doff it to your perversity.