gardenia moon
she gives you the scent of spring
heavy with perfume and signal. behind
the strip mall, cigarette smoke
belittles dumpsters standing sentinel.
spill in creek call 427=9766 for info
flashes on the solar powered sign, both sides
of memorial drive. someone's gonna die
tonight, it won't be me though rain
comes hard upon dry boned land
a missile hatches
out of a dinger in a red
dress, someone somewhere's
gonna die tonight, tho cops cruise
and safety belts are worn , sirens blasted
streets fill with water, then the rains are gone
then the puddle then fey traces of water .
heavy with perfume and signal. behind
the strip mall, cigarette smoke
belittles dumpsters standing sentinel.
spill in creek call 427=9766 for info
flashes on the solar powered sign, both sides
of memorial drive. someone's gonna die
tonight, it won't be me though rain
comes hard upon dry boned land
a missile hatches
out of a dinger in a red
dress, someone somewhere's
gonna die tonight, tho cops cruise
and safety belts are worn , sirens blasted
streets fill with water, then the rains are gone
then the puddle then fey traces of water .
posted by hiccup at 1:16 AM
3 Comments:
Lovely Poem. How did you think up the name Gardenia Moon?
how did you come up with the name gardenia moon?
probably just came to me one nite when the moon was bright and the air perfumed. thanks anono!
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