hindsight.
precautionary means as always does.
confession came handcuffed to melancholy.
I came to see
the skank remains of fairy\'s in a still.
until this day
only memoirs and a painting with a clue
haunting half-unconscious
through a Jesus blood of abstract mixed with glue;
time and horticulture
the muscles of the rose
once fed my mouth, lopsided as my groin
now coins my plant-based anger as it grows
from preordained to panic in a never ending glow
edging ever closer to the warmth of Eden\'s snow;
stick on stick
ramshackle house of firewood and spit
climbs taller than a moon-rise on my brain
a prehistoric wingless subterfuge;
this looking back in angst
to faces swollen
bigoted and bare.
a naked truth
Epimetheus himself cannot repair;