GINKO



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.
                                                                    It’s wasted
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.
                                                                                 Ginko,

if I wore a cap, I’d doff it to your perversity.

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