The Mind Energy Garden Dark foggy night Sort of like Wednesday at a diner There's a horrid breath puttering under the rocks It's a snake, or it's dynamite, or it's just the earth snoring It snores a gargling grass into its dry stomach Now it is dawn, a blade is cutting through my vision Forlorn visions And I see him again The Traumatized Hillbilly The traumatized hillbilly body slamming 12 packs body slamming 12 packs sitting on to of a Nissan He burps into the chicken feathers that swim over the city (fades to grey) A parking lot empties from our imagination All that is left is 100 cub scouts without a compass without a home A garden spins wildly in and out of our mind While the sunshine squirts out its last ray of light for today it laughs a belch back into the darkness of the sky and dies there For a few more hours Hours that smelled like armpits. Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. A Super Deluxe Poetry Showcase from David L O’Nan (from several books pt 1) Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bare Bones Writings Issue 1 is out on Paperback and Kindle
2 Poems “The Mind Energy Garden” and “The Traumatized Hillbilly” by David L O’Nan
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