Organic Lung by Lexi Roberts
Lexi Roberts begins it by questioning the choice to write. Few are selected for that highest calling. Many perish in the attempt. Here Lexi worries about her birth certificate. Those things are official. Various governmental and mystical beings work together to determine the living stipulations. Back in 1994, the high time of American culture, she had it put on her birth certificate? Should Lexi ignore the document? Yes, she’s already been born. Whatever she has done with her life cannot be taken away. Lexi’s contribution to society consists of social media, PDFs, aka she’s living the dream. And no governmental official is going to stop her, not now not ever.
Things are in her head. Originally found on the pavements of New York City they’ve made their way into her little noggin. What are the things? Gum, various bits of debris, small bills, loose change, these things can be seen in her mind. In fact her head is different from a normal head. Her head is a bucket head. Now she is infringing on the rights of some anonymous California guitar bro (buckethead) but that guy is a loser. She’s better than him. That guy wears a chicken bucket. She’s classier. Hers is a traditional metal bucket.
Leaves are the dead children of trees. Sympathetic Lexi understands the plight of the trees. Every autumn and winter the trees lose all their leave. The pines keep their but nobody likes pine trees. Pine trees are the YUPPIEs of the tree world. People get it, that pine trees are better than every other tree just because they have an MBA, just because they have seen their career advance. Many trees never make it beyond entry level. Lexi dedicates this poem to those underachieving trees, the kind of trees represented on the hit-losing series ‘Freaks and Geeks’.
Poor leaves are kept up in Lexi’s attic. Attics are pretty rich. What’s nicer is Lexi’s hot tub. Clearly Lexi lives life pretty large. Americans generally lack the hot tub lifestyle. So while Lexi worries about leaves she’s up there warming up in her hot tub. Perhaps some of the dead leaves would like to hang out in a hot tub too. It is hard to say. Many leaves lack the ability to talk. Some leaves do talk in colors, in golden browns, reds, and oranges. They are the appointed representatives of leaves. The appointed representatives of leaves want Lexi to consider the leaves, that’s all. Lexi is the savior of leaves.