Gypsy Palm Trees.

Gypsy Palm Trees

Theres a seed stuck in my keyboard point down right below the space i flicked it with my finger its point is up it nods its pointy seed head yes yes yes every time i tap the bar , the seed moves so fast its like its a hundred seeds at once rushing split images through the air, i cip it with my nail, its not out its jumped like an Olympic flea, to land inbetween two keys, now its out over the wooden table onto my leg, its cliff hanging on trousers made of felt, the little seed staring down at what would be a might drop to the criss cross latticed carpet floor, its in my palm now, easter island coconut, lippy stone, tropical sun, crash bandicoot, witch doctor mask, beetle juice, magic compass that points the way, to the pillars of four fingers, reminds me of this time monkey took a leak whilst standing in the buddhas hand, the seed rolles onto the glass theres another seed nearby, they both point in different ways, they are beautifull one looks flat like a tear drop, or a pearl shaped bag, with a few belongings bulging at the bottom, the other lies like a lute upturned, or a whale rising out of the sea, they both have shadows, two sets in fact, the first light the second pair darker and further below the glass, its like they are speaking conversation these two seeds, their colours are soothing, wood nut brown, their tops sparkle, glisten, i listen, and breathe in their scent, i blow them till they dance, then i say, what are you doin in here seeds, lapping up the energy between mouse pen and phone, so much electric noise, let me bury you, let me cover you in earth, warm earth, where you can be safe, the seeds nod mexican, and so, i take them in my hand and plant them outside, in comforting soil from the planets ground, i will care for them as will the seasons, year by year, from up high i stand, i speak to the seeds out of sight beneath the soil, may your palms be crossed with silver from the sun and the moon.

One day the palm will grow.
One day the palms will cover the earth.
Four suits
amongst fifty two
wrapped in tiny little boxes
Gypsy palm trees
spade made clover heart and diamond berries

Once upon a time there was a man that planted seeds
there was a tale written and told all about him, by a storyteller and his dog
That story was and still is called,
The man who planted trees.

Once upon a time there was a man that planted seeds
there was a tale written and told all about him, by a storyteller and his dog
that story was and still is called,
How the first deck of cards was sown.