Green is fun, but I'm a puzzler and too much green makes pieces go missing
“Mentre che la speranza ha fior del verde”
Was a quote that made me sit up straight and listen
It translates to
As long as hope maintains a thread of green
And I put it next to the proverb
A lamb ate the beggar but left a flower for the king
It's easy to “sound profound” by referencing well known or classic things
But really what does any of it mean
So beggars are those who can't walk because they're weighed down by heavy purses
Praying over depth for surface
Scraping on a please give me more
Enough is a word that they haven't ever heard before
King is anyone grown enough to be their own
Throne
Servant and It’s gendered for the cheese
But really a royal one is royal perfect
Hard to please
Lamb is hard pressed
lamb is driver and system, lamb is tradition, religion, lamb is witless intention
Lamb at the end of the day is hard sacrifice
Of choosing humanity for losing and soft pain over doing right
And flower…is easy
Flower is maybe plastic, an enticing bountiful basket
It is a woman worn on men's shirts
A gift given to die
Cut from regrowth and thrown or pressed and left to dry
So who’s green and what the fuck does any of that mean
Well the phrase just ends like life and better movies
A big fat question mark isn’t ever soothing
Dot dot dot ellipse would make me quit if instead of empty space I didn’t see a canvas sit
When I was young, a boy
I heard it like a plant
As long as there’s a bit of true green
Chlorophyll over fake
Then surely hope can
But now that I’m a man
I hear it like a bill
Dollar’s and cents make green eyed envy’s thrill
And instead of saying as long as the green is there you will…
I’m wondering if any green would kill
In the proverb,
The beggar’s eyes are green
The flower has a stem
And the lamb is best prepared with bright green mint and pepper jam
King seems to be the only greenless man
As one who owns their own soul and lives as their own land
I think it’s less about what you have than what you hand
So as long as hope maintains a thread of green
Which to me is missing what matters for illusionary things
Then surely it will always go rotten
Green like the skin on cheese or peach spotted
Green like the greed that burns the peaceful cottage
Or the selfish scream of creeper vines’ race to see everything sodden
As long as we maintain our thread of green we’ll have a problem
