Introduction to Myth Making [Free Verse]

From the hilltop,
  one can watch nature reclaim:
 green grows up the glass,
 tufts sprout from each crevice
  and the man-made world is crevice-laden,
 one seed blown into a mortar crack
  will become a wedge --
   a sprout that splits stone.

Concrete and steel prove
  digestible:
  time, water, oxygen,
 the enzymatic requirements are few.

Fungi blooms from a pile-full of dung.

I don't know whether it's a desirable meal,
  whether our trappings & vestiges are
  haute cuisine,
   or merely a meal
   of convenience.

This place was once with us.
 Now, it's hidden so well
  that it's become a myth,
 a once firm and tangible thing --
  now invisible & conceptual.

Nature swallowed our world
 and farted our mythos.

Tree Unique [Haiku]

to human eyes,
the man-made stands out —
while trees seem the same

We Are Makers [Free Verse]

Are we Makers?
     Yes. We are!

And damn good ones at that.

We can turn a planet
      into plastic trinkets.

We can use every last morsel
      to make stuff:
           bright & shiny
                     or
            loud & colorful. 

We can even make ideas:
       good or bad,
       true or false,
 but always 100% believable.

We're the ones who invented Evil.

Yes, that whole toxic notion 
       is brought to you by us.

And Left-Wing & Right-Wing...

It used to be just a bunch of people
       trying their best to understand
       and to get by. 

But we built mental / conceptual corrals,
        corrals good enough that we 
        could no longer recognize each other 
        as part of the same species. 

We are Makers. 

Introvert in a Crowd [Senryū]

of all things for which
“just a little is enough:”
1.) human beings

POEM: Conceit of Man

An elephant will never forget.
No car keys to misplace, I’ll bet.
A tiger is fearless, I will confess,
but it’ll never be audited by the IRS.

An owl may be wise; you can tell by the eyes.
But it’s never asked to comment on the size of a girl’s thighs.
Dolphins are smart ones, that much is true.
But, pray tell, who is in whom’s zoo?

In all domains humans think themselves the greatest.
And we are the very best of sadists.
You’ll never see a bonobo bureaucrat,
nor get tech support from a vampire bat.

At masochism, too, we’re none too shabby.
At the karaoke bar, ever see a tabby?
Ever seen a chimp with a nipple ring?
I’ll tell you now, that’s not a thing.

Our narcissism has grown beyond the pale.
One lifetime to the rocket from the sail
will give any species some cerebral swelling.
I’m not saying our’s isn’t a tale worth telling.
Let’s just make sure it doesn’t turn cautionary.
Basking in awesomeness, one forgets to be wary.
Next thing you know, super-smart apes are getting the itch,
or the Alpha Centaurians have made Earth their bitch.