To the Garden

[EternalHunter]

In the acrid twilight vestibule
of weary mental temples
yellow is the favored color
of the schollary synapses.
Marooned in vacant swamps,
vainly cultivated in shadowed cypress,
they trip and stumble towards
the yellow of a suspicous sun.
With tears spawned of
green acid sidewalks, and
street lamps of prophetic illumination,
it is no wonder that they
can't find their way through
the grungy hardness of these alleys
to the garden.