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.
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