Garden

Thrice upon a rose petal, I met Lilly,

Oh so sweet,

Blessed, are the bee’s.

Allegedly, bound consciously by the Queen,

Not a groove in sight, fatal mistake stepping out of line.

And the sis insists you leave her bee. Listen

Not pollen, no pullin, no wind will mind thee.

But the weeds, been uprooted, in the name of husbandry.

Convoluted, thoughts, simmering atop the hot plate,

Metal grate, no face, just gun smoke, we lay. Low

Loquacious and giddy, never slept much, I’m petty.

Pretty sure, this ain’t the word I hit the buzzer for.

Guess it was a bell, quick, decent shades impair.

Out the shadowy waters of a joyous brew.

Foaming at the mouth, hanged man choking,

Gluttony won’t skip you. Don’t spit, critical, I’m...

Sauntering through knights, shiny hands.

Armorers plight, is it strife?

Drop the knife, can’t cut no more, pick up a suture and wander, can I mend this sore.