snails are rare here they were everywhere in southern california especially after a good rain they'd exit flower beds and rock gardens meet up on the sidewalk to discuss the imminent end of the world here it is slugs banana, leopard, dark black ones like oozing wet chocolate caramels i find a snail on the driveway solitary carrying his refuge his defenses on his back or maybe his burden is light he takes a trip to the grass just in case the robins are interested in entertaining a guest at breakfast i look for him later but I do not see him a trail of glistening nail snot he has taken his house and moved on without so much as a "for sale" sign
Tag: slugs
unintentional potentiality (20210424)
i reach for words
or maybe just one word
fish around in unmarked boxes
with unknown distributions of letters
potentially making meaning
out of a collection of probabilities
tiles inscribed with ancient symbols
glyphs flickering to life
on glass
fading on paper
but who can own a word
or a meaning
who can mint that coin
that currency of grey matter
and say
–this is new!–
who the hell even wants newness
today the slugs taught me
when they pull in their heads
you can’t tell if they are arriving
or departing
here endeth the lesson