04-08-2013, 02:35 PM
Gardening Made Easy
With open mouth I spew
brown, thick recycled shit
that works its wonder when
I let it lay around
your roots still spreading down,
down through the ground prepared
by these, my loving hands.
Some fresher shit might prove
to much and poison you
from tender foot to tip,
while on fermented words
you raise yourself up tall
and swell your young firm buds
to violet-green with spite.
And that’s all right with me.
I know I need but shed
cold tears across your leaves,
and rain my beams of sun
upon your head and stem,
to make you spread in bloom.
And should I choose, I may
then taste your nectar down
between those petals soft.
See, I have gardened much.
It is not new to me
this tilling up the soil,
this planting in of seeds.
I’ve fingered many styles,
and tasted much that’s sweet,
and never do grow tired
of tending to my bed,
nor those who’ve taken root.
With open mouth I spew
brown, thick recycled shit
that works its wonder when
I let it lay around
your roots still spreading down,
down through the ground prepared
by these, my loving hands.
Some fresher shit might prove
to much and poison you
from tender foot to tip,
while on fermented words
you raise yourself up tall
and swell your young firm buds
to violet-green with spite.
And that’s all right with me.
I know I need but shed
cold tears across your leaves,
and rain my beams of sun
upon your head and stem,
to make you spread in bloom.
And should I choose, I may
then taste your nectar down
between those petals soft.
See, I have gardened much.
It is not new to me
this tilling up the soil,
this planting in of seeds.
I’ve fingered many styles,
and tasted much that’s sweet,
and never do grow tired
of tending to my bed,
nor those who’ve taken root.