I’m a primitive wallflower
communicating numerical yellow
tall star casted playlist
in eve of repetitious gardens bloom.
the fornication sizzles brightly
a mounting rotation of pleasant static
beyond the fenced overture of neither
figmant false or loving sign plus,
thus beckoning linear conjecture.
wound in the mud of seeing alpha’s
heart divining rod in rudimentary
bliss where valleys collapsible drink
gypsy’s wanning milk dust value
a plummeting transgression of historical myth.
the legumes toss and turn from nothing
bitter sweet though lone ancient sink sunk
pertaining to naked volcanic question marks
that scatter foremost in envy of libations savior.