Weedz in Obz. Stretching from the pavementz to the starz.
Mr Blobz likes John Seymour’s definition of a weed as ‘a plant growing in the wrong place.’
Our leaders are weeds, tho’ they might be honoured to be considered as plant matter. In the wrong place – government, instead of the knacker’s yard. Especially Arts and Culture Minister Lulu Xingwana, who thinks she’s human. She’s a weed.
So, figs and oaks can be weeds, depending on where they are. Some weeds tho; aren’t b-a-d, they help fix the soil for suceesive plants, and provide greenery. Mr Blobz has a lawn composed entirely of a weed – unsown and windblown – and for now, it’s in the right place.
Obz likes weedz. Some of our locals are weedy – thin, pale and pimply – and lots of weed is smoked here too.
Sometimes a spade-wielder comes along and chops them away. They leave the roots, usually. The weedz bounce back, all resentful.We have some wonderful specimens here.
Mr Blobz would like to celebrate the unintended, untended gardens on the pavements, these eezy litter traps, and their roots that eat at our foundations. Because if the roots don’t strangle us, reaching up through the tar and into the windows, it just means we’re dead already.
what i like about reading Mr Blobz
is it reminds me to take the zigzagging route
past my favourite things – rooftop dog, murals & grafitti
holes in the fence along the railroad track
the flat-ball-soccer game ’round the corner from AFDA
trail of spilt grain leading down to the silos
Are their intersting photographical animals in Obs? iask becuase Wendy my wife plans to write about urban animals in local literature. I once saw a woman walking her pig in Obs. that was in the even grottier 1970’s.