always so hard to find words on these nites
mostly i'm tired / to day / sick / sore throat
chills / bah
of course i'm my own worst enemy / traitor of body
fool of mind
bring this sickness upon my self / lack of control
& may slips away again / gone / the month is almost gone
thick of green slips in / this way / that / way
some trees wait to burst still / korean dogwood &
the chinese chestnut / last to green / always last to green
grass has no fear / as long as the rain falls from the sky
as long as the sprinkler damps the ground / for grass is sneaky
bold / over powers the rest of the garden
& skin creeps / terminal itch / / what have they dropped from the skies
& some days i really wonder if chem trails are really modern myth
& what have i got to be so afraid of // & i draw my nails across my skin
some more / pull pull / scratch until the skin reddens breaks bleeds
stop the burn / pull pull / /
i can not think because of the rain &
how the damn clouds
wrap them selves around the mountains /
some how all the grey makes green brighten
eyes open wider wider / & oh / the colour
flowers / true bastards / & where is your father
move forward little one / & yes rain paints
a lovely shade of spring across the garden
breathe it in as if it were the last time
only time / remember what this moment tastes like
as lilac drapes true purple across your breath /
i remember another spring much like this one
& i remember another spring much like this one
& i remember i remember
columbines are fairy flowers / something to be revered
& suddenly
the word means death / & what a fucked up world
so i trace a circle back in to the garden / move rocks
in to spirals / light another cigarette / light another cigarette
so i trace the garden back in to the circle / follow the path
round to the back of the garden / & it seems to me i remember
your back staring at me / did you see my face / & some where the
grass grew up up /
legs become twist panic / twitch a hum with
can't stop this strange sensation / moves the legs
moves the legs / / oh god my fucking legs wont' stop
& you know / it goes some thing like that / nothing a little
stretch wouldn't cure / -----
it'll go on for a life time like that / one day it's one thing
the next day colombine is blooming like you've never seen it before
all purple & some are yellow & pink & some are frilled & some are blue
& yellow & red ////// & they grow / like mother intended / she's good
to things that want to grow / she knows / a little love / a bit of attention
& so the day always ends some thing like this
me
wrapped in side my head / constant lee / a thot runs down down
& i think / / i might not be afraid any more / / catch phrase /
/ / /
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