Helicopter Seeds/Life

Samaras

The winged seeds of maple trees

Break free

Spin down

To the floor

Past the Scarface blimp

‘THE WORLD IS YOURS’

Some become Seneca

Some sketch an exfil

With a pencil

Or alcohol

And Advil

Some spend 45 years compressed

At a desk

Spine=Slinky

Slave to the Outlook diary

Slave to the salary

Another casualty in the dead-eye gallery

Crushed by variable rate rape

Never germinate

The attrition of tradition

Turns good seeds bad

Food for mushrooms

Food for feeds

Food for zombies

Oh, pretty please, FATHER TREE

All my beautiful dreams became ‘coulda/woulda/shoulda beens’

Became WASTED! GTA5 scenes

On the Truman screen

Be that as it may

The fact remains

There are 2 universal truths for all helicopter seeds:

1: They fly

2: They fall.