Tragic Comedy

This twisted excavation that is grass

Grows deep inside me,

Am I the pretender of grass?

Or am I the flawless deep sea fish

That is tired of diving?

I want to be my mother!

For she is quite the broad

Dancing in heaven as we speak!

Am I the four of wands in reverse?

For the sky is falling

And I am here for it!

The troubles of youth are pretending

And the ratchetness smells ratchet

I can only hope the streets are missing

Could you be my divine partner?

For love is one's emotional withdrawal!

I am discovering someone seeing clearly

The darkness that is evading

The tainted rose...

Sweet dreams are reversed!

And the ice cream is not fair

Especially when the streets are hot

And the suntan lotion is melting

Into the radicalness of my brain

And I am going crazy!

For the politics in the streets

Is not as golden as the crack cocaine

Dispersing every window!

And I am being exposed...

For America is a naked man

And I am a naked woman,

For I want to make love to America

For he is as soft as the summer breeze

And he makes me go mad

With vile passion and glee,

I grieve for my body's life's work.