here - where the ground is thirsty,
yesterday comes the sun
but time continues flowing,
anno domini.
not common gaines, nor current gaines,
just pure astronomical
fresh mudcrack drying,
suffering between beauty.
counterbalancing hard tenor,
darkness resonates
in indigo eyes of blue origami.
served by its illusion, can beauty still save?
here - where the ground is thirsty,
rhyming to set the darkness echoing,
rooftops scream of suffering, scream of the grief.
unbalanced, waiting for luminance
walking a golden gate
in an odd place, we are all detoured by transience.
a google map taste of beds of early death dahlias,
an uber ride reveal of beguiling decay
warmed in the blooming,
berkeley’s trudy corpse inflorescence
laughs at your perfection!
here - where the ground is thirsty,
oh titan arum,
my memories fight drought
planting redwoods.
a hint of his laughter, numinous,
wafts pour homme on bay streets,
sweet familiar fragrance once walked
here- where the ground is thirsty.
