perfect grass poem
mother said there is a garden inside me
and not father not no-one can kick me so hard
that the grass will bruise and I will drink enough
from fractured men that the fountain behind my
midnight will keep flowing out keep everything wet
warm sacred and if I ever let you cut me open
the orchids will smell of a beautiful confusion
Stu Buck
Fri 7th Jun 2019 21:23
thanks everyone. glad you liked it.