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








