Garden Loved Winter Fruit
Day Linda writes zero degrees without attention.
Paul's silence saws in her spine as sinewy knife.
Despite prayers / absolution, superstitions grow.
Dig trenches for olive tree wind break in garden.
Does future Ouija press oil to help blisters heal?
"Do time in her wrinkles." says the cruel mirror.
Daybreak french braid tresses without mirror.
Sections combine, hold steady sans attention.
Sing over under ollie ollie return sunshine heal.
Sound echos pain rubber band clangs a knife.
Sage drys, aloe bubbles, salve in the garden.
Seeds of forget me nots barb sanguine grow.
Scorpion grass hitch hikes on souls to grow.
Don't turn your jaw, look upon a winter mirror.
Damn ghosts steal prism light in zen garden.
Done recalling Paul's text detailing attention.
Dead memory on dry hands balances a knife.
Dregs starved mud evaporate tears to heal.
Nights crack because grief therapy can't heal.
Tendril connection bind, cease mind to grow.
Terror think to escape the love of your knife.
Teach Linda to sway joy angle for the mirror
Talk kind, become: don't care girl; attention.
Taste chocolate tomatoes warm in our garden.
Bury our discarded fire ashes in the garden.
Broken urine combines with nitrogen to heal.
Behold: circumnutation coils for attention.
Bold Coral Bells Passion vine starts to grow.
Become Artesian well with citric acid in mirror.
Marigold pyretherum cores bugs with a knife.
They tell you its time to put down the knife..
They irrigate and pour clorimine on the garden.
To be you, ballgown gorgeous in that mirror.
Think about the steps the feet dance to heal.
Those corns, old blisters from work grow.
Touch her heart with listening attention.
Knife cuts out nonsense about attention
Garden winter fruit cures, not time to grow.
Mirror is mercury glass water logged to heal.
copyright December 2, 2016