perched on a peeling bench, I
witnessed the beauty of
I wouldn’t but notice
(peeking underneath the curtain) its
bastard hole dug into
tree looking pretty with its
Whore make-up (emerald presents?)
Whore jewels (stage ready)
My little Garden. My little Nature.
As natural as walking around with dog shit
~ in a plastic carrier bag
with a hangover on Sunday morning.