My front garden blooms
My front garden blooms for the buttnest of a hummingbird turquoise eyes on some heat vision warm mansions let me see the future read my coffee, my cards, my eyes O Sweet Temperance I'm intimate with your angel catching cupid out of the corner there goes that ass again Dedicate your mind to the temple of your activity we grow older and closer to each others' hearts I move across an ocean Seeing the moon at the same time in the sky She passes through a complete cycle You recede into whatever I blow around in the wind and organize buraucratic tassels Later, I will braid them into Brigid's flop I try to bring up the pit and spit it out from the swings Holy Infant Only a handful of us remember our past lives after all Two old stories wrapping around the same sad pattern It's like my nightmare of the magnetic death by bassy black car slow rollin down the street I get sucked under and force a false awakening
