Calico snakes crawl the
garden of our love.
You, in your gingham
dress and hair in braids,
bent over the radishes.
I, unshaven in my dirty
Johnny Cash t-shirt.
Earth all over my
face.
I fell into your
firey ring, that\'s for
damn sure.
As soon as my guard comes
down, you and that drunken
pirate moon, and that mad
smiling snake burn
me every time.
I\'m leaving the garden and
heading back to those
wild midnight alleys where I
know what\'s coming.
Nursery rhymes are just
metered horror stories.
And spring is the biggest
liar of them all.