Sweet vibrations are relenting against the walls; Fate will mash the lonely planet together,

Quick sands swallow my imagination, reviving this plane to the Earth we always knew,

It’s fascinating my elation, waving to the frisky flowers dying to be plucked,

Waiting wouldn’t do, mingling with fate, taking off its legs,

Now immobile, ripening on the vine,

I don’t water the garden anymore…the poison ivy has grown wild like weeds taking over my flowering trees,

But I planted carnations, to deflate the sweet smell of bodies that rot like secrets, feeding the weeds with life, how typical,

So a sinful child shows his hands an unsaid threat to discard the wilting petals of past, so he stands fatefully,

Fondling the elegant magnolias that equal my empty beautiful underworld,

So he shows me a puzzle and asks if the world he always knew was just whispering lies,

I shunned the pieces and smiled at the flower, the barren brutal…beautiful rose; I forgot the magnolia…

This god of a lonely planet is at his detrimental knees,

A moth on his lips to silence the whispers,

A megaphone in the form of words to scream his fears, in the conform of them I say love,

Don’t abandon me, yes, your beautiful weed, If you are in love lust fear or anguish, I will never again know,

The world spun so fast it was nauseating, but I couldn’t stop it, I’m not a rose, or a dream boy, I’m a toy.

See ya space cowboy…