your whispers crash
like rolling thunder
on marvelous plains
that look all the same
inside and out
and the upside is? I'm down
For twisting and twirling
straightening - then curling
acid kisses, cherry twist-ez
and red licorice ropes
and rose petals - nope daisies
they bookmark the maybes
that sprout from the bed
laying six feet above
the roof over my head.
I dream of gasoline
and propane for the pain
set fire to the lions
starting at the mane.
I had a beautiful garden
in a beautiful backyard
with a beautiful wife
before I woke up
back in my life.
