a gardener of a lopsided family grieves his losses and bickers about his estrangement. |
"Irrigation" the weak side of I, sees she in omnipresence, the bleak side of night, conspires in fluorescence, clarity, where have you travelled to? obscurity has taken the throne room. as I bury the red, blue and yellow flowers, showers of thoughts commend my mind, retribution in cold storage, when I try to water them, to disinfect them, I find they have a black stem, corroded memories have choked them, entanglement, closure, most displeasure, queer composure, Standing up, I realize, the edginess, my family is in tears, thus i cant irrigate my flowers, not when she cries so much, Such strange memories, painting my thoughts, on the walls of misery, I'm fine but the one that I am is not, for I have caught myself in a net of toxic canals, thus leaves the gardening to another, I walk away, it is a so sorrowful eve, I cannot water my evil plants when they spit at my feet, for they induce reflections of a lost eve, at the lake of misery and clustered unspokenness, fallen mirror with shattered cracks, despair no more, fairwell lasse, for the woman i married is a reflection of you, and she is you, and it is all fiction's ruse. |