A Boy With Roses

Boy Next Door

Last night the storm landed

In a watery cul-de-sac

As I parachuted into pleasure

I was like a drogue

At one with the waves

The same as a bomb exploding

I wasn\'t prepared for the loud explosion

A drought sizzling off to a foreboding feeling

Pitted in the deep end of the abdomen

 

Amber petals of the Eschscholzia

Layered in numbers on the comely grass

Hinds run and breed and fear on

The hollystock is burnt and I\'m crestfallen

In the starry night I\'m dying

As cold as last year\'s winter

With my Eskimo plan

The sun fried to a crisp

The thought was put into my brain

The farrago of feelings is given a whisk

I remain the same

The feelings are compatible

With a marble built monument

Steel and gargoyle

The dream died and I drove

The fig withered in the dark of the alcove

The cubbyhole is the mouthpart of the dragon\'s crypt

In this pearl shiny disquisition of little black deutzias

The cotter pin melted with the French seam

A body clinging to life is a star beaming

In the sewing machine

I am high on the feeling

With the silky clouds breaking down

Heated to the point of smoke

I am purified

All things good and new

I have laced your fruit into myself

At your office door with my impatient bladder

I built a cornfield, became the scarecrow.