To the Garden

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by EternalHunter, Jan 10, 2005.

  1. EternalHunter

    EternalHunter Member

    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.
     

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