grow.

this little sprout grew up from the saddest sprig of ivy.
he lived in a shot glass for a month,
and kinda just popped out some roots, shoots, and leaves,
and now he lives in a new home.
carpeted completely with dirt.
jess has the greenest thumbs, ya'll.
we had one spider plant, yeah?
and under her auspices it exploded in every direction,
and made enough for you, me, and everyone we know.
i've got a peace lily bloomin' right next to me,
dracaena (that's that good-luck' bamboo) almost 4 feet tall,
and some amazonian man-eaters taking over the living room.
i'm sayin',
it's the mutha-uckin' verdant thumbs!!
no foolin',
she's like that jolly giant, (only really pretty)
or a chlorophyll-colored hitch-hiker.
and while they're incredibly dextrous,
they aren't always opposable.
or at least, maybe i just know better than to try.
hence the greenhouse
not that i don't have my moments, too;
like the rolling stone's song:
under my thumb?
yeah.
whatever, my ninjas.
plants are kinda rad.
not so much when i bag my head on hanging pots,
every day in the same place,
but that's more my inability to accomodate flora in my personal airspace.
the air is cleaner, too.
psychologically, maybe.
but my house is teeming with life.
and that's dope.

dirt.
water.
light.
that's all they need.
and then they're off and running,
or twining, vining, creeping, sprouting, blooming and everything else.
i mean, c'mon,
talk about just doin' what you do!
that's today's plan, ninjas.
synthesizing.
takin' the dirt-dirty doo-doo butter,
the piss and vinegar,
and the warm rosy glow from the hot fire furnaces,
and combining it all to get bigger.
the ass's whole is greater than the half-assed parts, an' that.
yep.
tatblastin', arthur-makin', wrench-choosin', dinner-cookin',
all of it.
doin' what i do,
with only the sovereign state of my arm's reach empire under my feet,
a cuppa irish breakfast tea,
and the bright and shining sunlight beamin' through my window.
i'm hoping that by tonight the world seems a little smaller,
but only because i've managed to fill it fuller
with a larger and in-charger version of me.
larger-than-life livin', even when it is all kept so simple.
expanded horizons proportionate to personal developement.
a landfall landfill of get-busy, get-bigger, taprootin' tootin' and skyward reachin', highfalutin' bearin' fruit, and salutin'
fever-pitch frenzy of green-thumb assisted personal growth.
dirt.
water.
light.
the smallest leaf and the biggest tree, mutha-uckas.
they only need the same three things.
that's all you need.
now to figure out which three things are your magic combination,
that's the green-thumb gardener's ultimate challenge.
never quiet, never soft....